House on Devil’s Island ~ Part Three ~ New Beginnings…

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Title: House on Devil’s Island…
Story Type: AU
Word Count: 3020
Warnings: Angst, Passion, Love, Supernatural…
Beta Queen: bigj52
EKG-Club October Challenge – Trick or Treat – House on Devil’s Island

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…

Summary: Brian struggles to accept what his life has become, enduring the impossible, finally resolving himself to the inevitable reality of his situation…

Chapter Summary: Brian and Justin’s love blossoms as they grow closer throughout the summer…

This is a five-part series. I’ll be posting one chapter per day from Oct 27^th to Oct 31^st…

House on Devil’s Island

Part Three ~ New Beginnings…

At first Daphne couldn’t believe Justin, and everything he told her about the island. But little by little, she started to accept that Justin had found a kindred spirit. Justin has been confiding in her about his feelings for Brian over the last month. Even though she’s skeptical about Brian and his motives, not to mention her concerns about Devil’s Island, she also sees that Justin is changing. He’s falling in love with this mysterious man, and seems happier than she’s ever seen him.

Therefore, when she answers her cell phone late one night she is not surprised to hear Justin crying, finding out that Craig has finally thrown him out of the house. She goes to pick him up and they drive around as Justin pours his heart out. He’s heartbroken that his parents have abandoned him, leaving him to fend for himself. They’re refusing to give him his trust fund his grandfather left for him, or to replenish the stolen funds.

They have been driving around aimlessly out on the back roads of Pittsburgh, when Justin signals for her to turn down an old dirt road. They drive to the end and park; sitting there in the dark they smoke a joint. Justin’s still ranting about how she was right, and he should sue his father for embezzlement. The lake’s waves are reflecting the bright moon above and the outline of the roof of the house through the trees can barely be seen.

“Oh my God, Justin! This is it, isn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes? I cannot believe you brought me all the way out here in the middle of the night!”

“Daph, it’s not really that far.”

“Justin! You brought me out here, knowing how I feel about this place. We’re both going to be murdered, never to be seen again.”

She starts the car, wanting to get as far away from this place as possible.

“Daph! Stop!”

“No, Justin!”

“Stop! I’m getting out.”

“Justin, are you crazy?”

“I love him, Daph. Besides where did you think I was going to go?”

“Justin, please don’t go there, or at least wait until the sun comes up. What if you drown crossing the lake, or worse?”

“Worse? What’s worse than death?”

“You could be eaten by sea monsters.”

“Daphne, it’s a lake, not the ocean, and the only monsters here are in your head.”

“Justin, I’m scared. Please don’t go. Wait until sunrise.”

“I love you, Daph, so please stop worrying. I’ll stay here until I see your headlights turn onto the main road.”

“Justin, I wish you’d reconsider.”

“I know, but I’ll be fine.”

Grinning, he smiles. “More than fine.”

He waits until the only light is from the moon above, then he takes the small rowboat from the boathouse and starts out across the lake. It’s a much longer trip across the lake without the pontoon, or speedboat, and when he is about halfway there the wind picks up and he feels a chill go through him. He wonders if he should have called the house and waited for James to come and get him. He shakes off his anxiety, irritated with himself for letting Daphne’s irrational fears scare him.

It’s almost two in the morning now; he and Daphne drove around for so long that he lost track of time. The trip across the lake was long and his muscles are sore from rowing. The house is dark, except for the dim light of the fireplace coming from Brian’s study. He hopes he’s right about the welcome he envisions from Brian. He’s daydreamed about them finally being together since their first kiss. As he rowed by moonlight he found it romantic yet a little fearful, both from the anxiety Daphne had instilled in him, and from the idea of losing his virginity.

Brian’s ears perk up when he hears someone walking up the old wooden stairs and across the veranda. The door creaks just before he hears someone gently knocking. James and Alfred have long been asleep, so he casually walks to the front door, wondering who would risk coming here in the middle of the night. He’s not really frightened; it’s just been so long since he’s had anyone visit him after dark. He can just make out a slight figure standing there, but when he sees the light reflected off Justin’s blond hair, his heart soars with relief and joy, anticipating where tonight might lead.

Brian opens the door and Justin throws himself into his arms. Brian’s holds him tight, realizing that he’s upset, and then he sees his duffel bag and satchel. Brian holds him close in his arms, helping relieve all his stress and worry. He finally kisses him passionately to let him know he’s more than welcome. They go and sit by the fire, relaxing as Justin pours his heart out to Brian. Brian listens intently, cursing Craig under his breath for making Justin so distraught. Justin is still young enough that he needs and wants his father’s approval. However, Brian knows that men like Craig will always hurt and disappoint those who love them.

Brian offers Justin a shot of whiskey to help calm his nerves, and Brian reassures him that everything will be all right. He’s glad Justin came to him, and tells him he will always have a place to stay here at the island. Justin relaxes, curling up next to Brian as they hold each other, kissing and caressing one another. Brian pulls back, looking into Justin’s eyes, asking the obvious without saying a word. He lifts him up and carries him upstairs to his bedroom, laying him across his king-size bed.

Three small candles light the room, leaving them cloaked in semidarkness as Brian slowly removes Justin’s clothes and carefully folds them, laying them on the chair next to the bed. Once he’s done, he does the same with his clothes. Lying down next to Justin, he runs his hand across Justin’s beautiful alabaster skin, as the candlelight flickers around them. The soothing sensation of Brian’s fingertips calms Justin in ways he has never felt before. Brian’s lips gently caress Justin’s, letting the longing and need build between them. Soon they are both rutting against one another.

Brian tells Justin to relax, that he loves him, and he’ll go slow and be as gentle as he can. Soon Justin has forgotten all about feeling nervous, as his senses are overwhelmed with desire. Brian runs his hands everywhere, awakening feelings in Justin he never knew existed, kissing, licking and nibbling his flesh until they’re both writhing. Brian takes a small antique bottle from his nightstand and coats his fingers with almond oil, then he glides his hand up and down Justin’s cock. The warm silky sensation excites him as he moans Brian’s name, wanting more.

Pleased that Justin’s comfortable and relaxed he licks his way down his belly, until he nuzzles his face in Justin’s bush. Breathing in his scent, Brian’s own desire surges to the surface. He takes Justin’s dick into his mouth, pumping his lips up and down his shaft. Being a true virgin, Justin is in awe of Brian’s talented tongue as he swishes it around his crown and across his slit. Then he continues to suck him until he explodes, shooting down Brian’s throat.

“Oh God, Brian! That was amazing!”

“Just wait, the best is yet to come.”

Brian crawls back up his body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. He lays next to Justin, and Justin naturally curls up in his arms. Justin slowly comes down from the natural high of his first orgasm, or at least one that involves another person.  Brian plays with his hair, loving how soft and silky it feels as he runs his fingers through it.

“Brian. I have to be honest. I am a little nervous about… You know… Is it going to hurt?”

“Yeah, a little. But that’s a part of it. Trust me. It won’t last long and then I promise you it will be even more intense than when I sucked you off a few minutes ago.”

“Really? It’s hard to believe anything could ever feel better than that.”

Brian loves how incredibly sweet and innocent Justin is, and he loves that he’s the one to show him just how beautiful the love between two men can be. He leans over and kisses Justin, then he climbs on top of him and continues kissing him from one ear to the other. He can feel Justin squirming beneath him and he knows he is starting to get turned on again.

“You’re so beautiful, Justin. Do you have any idea just what you’re doing to me?”

All Justin can manage to do is whisper, “Brian…”

Brian hovers above him before he kisses his way down Justin’s chest, detouring to Justin’s left nipple. He runs his tongue around the tender nub, loving how it springs to life as he gently suckles and caresses it. Then he moves over to his right nipple, circling his tongue around, then sucking, but this time Brian slowly twists his left nipple between his fingers at the same time. Justin moans deeply, loving all the new sensations Brian is awakening within him.

“Oh God, Brian!”

Brian licks down the center of Justin’s chest, and then he pauses, dipping into his concave belly button. Justin can’t help squirming as Brian tickles him with his wet tongue. Running his hands under Justin’s ample bottom, he lifts him off the mattress, pushing Justin’s legs up until they’re over his head. Then he spreads his cheeks apart, admiring his pink pucker. More moans escape when Justin feels Brian circling his opening. With each rotation Brian pushes a little deeper, working Justin’s tight channel open. Finally pointing his tongue, he delves deep into his languid blond.

Loud moans fill the room as Justin is taken to a place he’s only dreamed of. He is momentarily distressed when Brian abandons his task, but soon Brian replaces his tongue with his almond oil-covered fingers. His fingers easily slide into him as he opens him up even further. Brian climbs back up Justin’s body, capturing his lips, kissing him fervently. He looks deeply into Justin’s eyes while aligning himself, then asks him if he’s ready.

Justin simply returns Brian’s kiss with even more hunger and desire, as Brian slowly breaches his quivering hole. Justin cries out in pain, but Brian kisses him tenderly, giving him a few moments to adjust. Pushing in deeper, Brian rocks him in his arms, whispering how much he loves him. Justin’s trembling as Brian continues his descent, sliding all the way in to fill him up. Then he starts to pull out, and slide back in again. Soon Brian sets a rhythm and Justin’s pain is replaced with pleasure.

Brian increases his thrusts, as his cock glides against Justin’s tight virginal walls, sending signals to both their pleasure centers. As Justin relaxes, Brian pulls further out and delves even deeper on his downward thrusts. They’re in sync as the steady rhythm takes hold, sending waves of pleasure spiraling through them both. Justin is lost in the new sensations flooding his system, panting as he cries out Brian’s name. Brian brings him to the brink as his body vibrates, ready to spill over the edge. One more deep plunge and they both cum as their bodies cling to one another, riding out the last waves of their orgasm together.

“Oh God, Brian! I love you so much!”

“I love you too, Sunshine.”

They collapse together, holding one another until they’ve both fallen asleep. Justin wakes in a strange place, but soon realizes where he is, feeling’s Brian’s arms holding him close. All his memories from last night come flooding back to him. When Brian finally wakes he feels happy, maybe for the first time in his life and he knows what he’s feeling is love.

They settle into a comfortable routine. After eating breakfast on the veranda in the morning, Brian holes up in his study, writing until lunchtime. Justin has a similar schedule; he paints in what is now his studio up on the second floor. It was once a guest suite, a large corner bedroom with lots of windows, allowing the sunlight in from morning until night. There’s a small sitting room off to one side, with a bath for washing his brushes, and taking a shower; there’s even a balcony to sit and watch the waves when he needs a break.

Brian surprised him one day, suggesting that it would be the perfect place for him to paint. The bedroom furniture had been replaced with a drafting table, painter’s easels, and a cabinet stocked with a variety of art supplies. It was everything Justin had ever dreamed of and his inspiration flowed like paint across his canvas. They would often hike the wooded trails behind the house and skinny dip in the lake. The more time they spent together the more they fell in love.

Finally, one day both Brian and Daphne agree to meet one another. Daphne was still leery about visiting the island and Brian, in general. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of her friend falling so hard for this strange and peculiar man but Justin convinces her to at least meet Brian. They were cordial to each other during lunch, and afterwards Justin and Daphne walk around the island, exploring. She has to admit that the property is beautiful and Brian is extremely charismatic.

He was very gracious at lunch, and it is obvious he is quite smitten with Justin. As much as she doesn’t want to like him, she finds herself being won over by his wit and charm. They were just coming back from their walk when they hear Brian playing classical piano in his study.  Brian is a man of many talents, and Justin has just confided in her (with Brian’s permission) about Brian’s writing career, and she is more than impressed. Like Justin, she has also read all of his books, and is amazed that he’s that Brian Kinney. Things went a little smoother between them from that point on, and she starts to trust him. She realizes that Brian loves Justin as much as she does, and they soon become fast friends.

Brian insists that Justin maintain his friendships, so a couple of afternoons a week he and Daphne spend time with their friends, going to the movies, hanging out at the local diner, going to the mall and visiting art museums. Justin has shown an interest in cooking, so Nora is giving both Brian and Justin basic cooking lessons. Gradually as they become more confident, she teaches them to how to prepare classic French and Italian dishes. They enjoy cooking so much, they often spend the early evening planning meals, then make dinner together.

Justin has asked Brian several times to sit for him, wanting to paint Brian’s portrait. At first Brian shied away from the idea, concerned Justin would see his flaws, or maybe his true age would somehow be revealed, like Dorian Grey, or maybe he was just self-conscious. He rarely has his picture taken. He’s never had his portrait painted, as he didn’t want to mark a specific time showing his age. So after much coaxing, he finally agrees. He is amazed Justin has captured his image in oils on the canvas, almost stunned that he’s still held onto his beauty after all these years. It is obvious how much Justin loves to paint, and soon Brian starts questioning him about signing up for classes at PIFA for the fall.

Justin was hesitant, so even though he’s applied to PIFA and was accepted this past spring, he never told anyone but Daphne. Now things are different, but he can’t afford to attend art school, and it looks like his father has no intention of ever repaying the money he syphoned out of his trust fund.

“Brian, please, let’s not fight about this.”

“Who’s fighting? I’m just asking a question.”

“I can’t right now. You know my father misused my trust fund. I don’t know when I’ll be able to afford to go.”

“Justin, you don’t need to worry about finances. I’ll gladly pay your tuition.”

“I don’t want you to feel like you have to take care of me.”

“In case you haven’t noticed, I like taking care of you. When we first met it was all you talked about, so I know you want to go.”

“Brian. It’s too much.”

“Justin. I can easily afford it.”

“I know, but I just can’t let you.”

“How about I hire you to paint a mural for one of the rooms? Then there’s my portrait.”

“Brian. I painted your portrait as a gift for you.”

“I appreciate that. So we’ll work it out. I’m sure we’ll come up with something we both can agree on.”

“Brian…”

“Good, then it’s settled. I expect you to enroll in classes next week.”

“I love you, Brian!”

“I know. I love you too.”

Brian takes his hand and they walk down to the shore; they love to watch the sunset in the evening. Tonight they decide to take the rowboat out and float around in the shallow water as the sun sinks down below the horizon. They sit listening to the tree frogs croak, while watching the sand cranes feed in the marsh. They smoke a joint and relax as the moon comes up, and Justin is, of course, inspired to capture it all on canvas.

Justin has registered for classes, and is excited about attending art school. It has been his dream for so long, and now it’s really about to happen. He is amazed how much everything has changed over the summer. He never knew he could be this excited about life, and he’s head over heels in love. As much as he hated working for his father, he’s now grateful, because it brought him and Brian together and he knows that he’s destined to spend his life with him.

TBC…