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BJ Fic: Educating Justin 25/?
Title: Educating Justin - Chapter 25: Be Careful What You Wish For
Characters: Brian/Justin
Rating: Story - NC-17
Warning: AU (characters are in canon along timelines 1-3)
Disclaimer: All characters and situations from Queer As Folk are the property of Russell T. Davies, CowLip Productions, Tony Jonas Productions, Showtime Networks Inc. and others. No copyright infringement is intended.

Story Summary:
Justin Taylor and his boyfriend Ethan Gold, with whom he is living, are Juniors at PIFA. When Justin discovers that Ethan has been cheating on him – again – he confronts him, Ethan states that he has to seek other companionship because Justin is frigid. Justin enlists Brian Kinney to teach him how to be more sexually alluring and responsive so he can win the heart of the man he loves. But just who is it that Justin loves?

A story index and earlier chapters can be found here

It’s been a while, you may want to go back and read the last chapter again. For all you folks who keep asking, yes, I am writing. And I'm trying to finish it!


Currently working without a Beta net - all mistakes are mine.



Educating Justin

Chapter 25: Be Careful What You Wish For

Justin slammed the door in frustration.

“Problem?” Daphne was sitting on the couch, a textbook cradled in her lap.

“Fucking Brian! Everywhere I go -- there he is.”

Daphne rolled her eyes. “I thought that was the whole idea of getting the internship at Ryder.”

“No!” Justin flopped down on the futon next to Daphne. “It was supposed to be that everywhere he went I’d be there. Not the other way around!”

“So what does it matter? What’s the difference?”

“ I was supposed to be the one in control. I was the one who was supposed to keep him off balance. Now... I... Shit! I can’t escape. He actually showed up at the PIFA library last week under the guise that he was doing research. He was at my desk when I went to study for my Art History class! He’s got me looking over my shoulder all the time. I expect him to pop up like some fucking jack-in-the-box. It’s annoying... disturbing... frustrating...”

“Ah....” There was a wealth of wisdom in that simple phrase.

Justin eyed Daphne.

“You need to get laid.”

“Whatthefuck?”

“He’s got you all hot and bothered. You need to get laid. You need to get out. Look, I’ll be gone all weekend...”

“Ah yes, visiting the beau in Baltimore...”

“Damn skippy! Anyway, I’ll be out of the way, you can bring someone home and be as loud as you want.”

Justin blew out some air. Maybe Daphne was right.

“I’ll think about it.” Anything would be better than spending the holiday weekend alone brooding about Brian.

“Don’t think. Do!”

~~~~~~

Justin looked the time on his cell phone for the third time in as many minutes. Fuck! He knew he’d been pushing his luck when he’d agreed to meet his friends here at Woody’s before heading to Babylon for the night. Tom and Terrance were always late, but Josh had promised he’d have them there by 9:30. Now it was closing in on 10 and Justin knew if he didn’t leave soon Brian and his gang would show up. Brian was the last person he wanted to see right now.

At first, Justin had been pleased with himself, thinking it quite the coup not only to have gotten the internship at Ryder, but to be tapped to work with Brian almost from the start. But then his plan backfired, and he found himself caught in a game of cat and mouse. Brian seem to take perverse pleasure in keeping him on edge to the point that Justin was having trouble concentrating on his work. Brian’s moves were never overt, and never in sight of anyone. And they were just irregular enough that Justin was never prepared. He was always waiting for the other shoe to drop.

As if on cue, Ted and Emmett pushed through the door to Woody’s and Justin was confident that Brian and Michael were right behind them. Justin turned back to his beer.

Ted glanced around the somewhat crowded room looking to see if there was a booth free. He stopped short when he noticed Justin at the bar nursing a beer.

“Uh-oh. Look’s like Brian’s stalker is back,” he announced sotto voco to Emmett.

Justin felt a prickle at the back of his neck. Absently he raised a hand to pass over the hairs that seemed to stand on end. Turning toward the door, he watched as Brian crossed the threshold into the bar and moved to stand next to Ted and Emmett.

Brian followed the direction of Ted’s gaze.

“It’s a bit hard to be stalking me, when he was here in the first place and we’ve just arrived.” Brian dismissed Ted’s assumption, but his eyes strayed to Justin’s. They stared at one another a beat longer than what may have been normal for a cursory acknowledgment of acquaintances. Brian felt a stirring in his groin. He gave his head a shake and crossed to a booth occupied by empty beer mugs and two men making out . “Fuck! find a stall,” Brian commanded as he pulled them out of the booth; the two lovers quickly scrambled away. Brian looked back at his entourage. “Well?”

Michael and Ted quickly joined Brian, as Emmett made a bee-line for the bar... and Justin.

“Baby!”

Justin couldn’t help his laughing smile. “Emmett.”

Emmett hopped up on a stool. “Cosmo, two Sierra Nevada’s and a double JB,” he called out to the bartender before turning his attention to Justin. “Baby, it’s been tooooooo long. Where have you been? It’s like you fell off the side of the earth or something.”

“I’ve been busy with school. This is my senior year and I have an internship. I don’t have a lot of time.”

“We’ve missed your smiling face - that little ray of Sunshine.”

Justin rolled his eyes, but smiled at Emmett anyway.

The bartender placed Emmett’s drink order in front of him and took the proffered twenty and five dollar bills.

“Well, you’re here now, and so are we, so you come right over and join us!” Emmett tried to gather up the drinks. “A little help here?”

Justin drained his beer and gathered up the two bottles as Emmett raised the Cosmo to his lips and picked up the double JB. He followed Emmett to the booth. Placing the bottles on the table, Justin nodded to Michael and Ted before turning toward Brian.

“Taylor.”

“Mr. Kinney.”

“Will you be joining us this evening?”

Justin batted his eyelashes -- once -- and gave a slight moue. “I have previous plans.” He looked toward the door as his friends tumbled in. He turned to leave, but not before Brian caught his hand in his.

Justin turned back and the look that passed between himself and Brian was intriguing. He gave a little pull and Brian slowly released his hand, until all but their fingertips were touching.

“Later.” Brian said it softly.

“Later,” Justin echoed.

---

Justin had been truthful. It was a rare night out with his friends from PIFA. Between projects, his internship and senior coursework, his social time had been greatly restricted this final semester. It was enjoyable to get out and have some fun -- dancing was freeing. He’d tried to get his friends to try one of the other clubs on Liberty Avenue, but they were uncharacteristically vocal in their objections, claiming that Babylon offered the best looking guys.

So Justin resigned himself to the fact that he’d be seeing Brian, Emmett and the rest of the gang again that evening. It wasn’t too bad, they probably wouldn’t be there much before eleven or twelve. It was Friday night after all. He’d cut out around midnight - that would mean a minimum of overlap with Brian.

By 11:30, Josh had hooked up with a cute brown haired guy and signaled to his friends as he left the club. Tom and Terrance abandoned dancing in favor of finding a dark corner where they could make out. Justin didn’t think they’d stick around much longer. Regardless, he continued to dance with no one in particular in the sea of men who packed the dance floor. The DJ’s mix was particularly hot tonight and he deserved some harmless entertainment.

A prickling of the hairs at the back of his neck had Justin looking around. Brian! But the man in question was no where in sight. Justin checked his cell phone - midnight. He decided to head out.

High above on the catwalk Brian watched as Justin headed toward the exit. Not wanting to deal with being cross-examined by Michael, he slipped out the fire exit.

---

Turning out of the alley from where Babylon was off Liberty Avenue, Justin’s shoulders slumped as he watched his bus pull away. Shit! At this time of night, the busses to Daphne’s only ran once an hour. He turned up the collar of his coat against the wind and cupped his hands as he lit up a cigarette. He crossed the street to the bus shelter and huddled in a corner trying to stay warm against the cold. He considered going down the street to the Liberty Diner but decided against it. With the way his luck was running tonight, he’d run into Brian again.

But he didn’t have to go to the diner to find Brian.

Justin watched as a Brian’s black Jeep pulled up and stopped in front of the shelter. The passenger window rolled down.

Brian faced Justin and raised his eyebrows. Justin grimaced.

“Miss the bus?”

“Another will come along.”

Brian looked at his watch. “Not for nearly an hour. Don’t be a martyr; get in.”

“Brian...”

“Justin, get in. I’ll drop you off at Daphne’s.”

“But it’s out of the way.” Even as he protested, he dropped his cigarette butt and climbed in.

Brian waited until Justin had buckled up before pulling away from the curb.

The ride to Daphne’s was silent. Justin tried not to breathe too deeply. The jeep was warming up and with it the air filled with the scents he associated with Brian -- his aftershave, a faint smell of JB and cigarettes. On anyone else it would have been repugnant, on Brian it was intoxicating.

All too soon the trip was over. With a quick thanks to Brian, Justin hopped out and up the steps to the apartment building. Brian drove down to the end of the deserted street and executed a U-turn. On his way back he noted that Justin was still on the landing of the steps to the apartment building. He slowed, then stopped and rolled down his window.

“Forget something?”

Justin looked over his shoulder. “My keys, I’m locked out.”

“Buzz Daphne, she might not be too pleased with you waking her up, but she’ll let you in.”

Justin turned around. “I can’t. She went to Baltimore for the weekend. She’s visiting her boyfriend.”

“Apartment manger?”

“I called, there’s no one in the office until Tuesday - because of the holiday weekend -- and no one’s answering the emergency number.”

It was ridiculous having this conversation across the street in the cold. Justin trudged down the steps and crossed the empty street to where Brian’s Jeep was idling. “I can’t even leave a message, the voicemail box is full.”

Brian gave a snort. “Get in. If I had known how fucked up this evening was going to get, I wouldn’t have bothered hauling your ass all the way across town.”

Justin climbed in and once again buckled up. “Where are we going?”

“The loft. You can stay there until you raise someone who has a key.”

“Oh... but...”

Brian shifted in his seat until he was eye level with Justin. Hazel eyes bore into blue ones. “What? You think I’m going to leave you here to freeze in the cold, Sunshine?” The question started out hard, but ended in a soft whisper.

Brian snaked a gloved hand around the back of Justin’s neck and pulled him close. Justin closed his eyes and breathed deep. Brian knocked his forehead against Justin’s and rubbed their noses together. Brian straightened, and shifted the car into first. Eyes forward Brian navigated the empty street. “Besides, Daphne would have my ass if you got frostbite!”

...

“What are you doing?” The sing-song question startled Justin.

Upon entering the loft, Brian had headed toward the bathroom. Justin, unsure exactly what he should do, decided it best to make a bed for himself on the couch. He was shaking out a sheet that ended up cloaking him and the couch.

“Uh, making a bed?” Justin watched Brian as he stepped down from his bedroom to the living area of the loft. Brian had divested himself of his shoes, socks and shirt. His tight jeans molded to his hips, but were unbuttoned and Justin could clearly see a nest of dark brown hair. He was grateful for the way he was cloaked with the sheet; better that Brian didn’t know how effected he was by him.

“The bed is large enough for two.” Brian held up his hand as if taking an oath. and in a serious voice said, “I promise not to compromise your virtue.”

Justin laughed a little nervously. “I’ll be fine on the couch.”

“Have it your way.” Brian turned abruptly and headed back up the stairs to bed. “There are clean toothbrushes in the linen closet, help yourself.” The last was thrown over his shoulder as he let his jeans drop to the floor and pulled back the duvet. Brian climbed into bed and turned out the bedside lamp.

Justin slipped quietly into the bathroom and puttered around for a while. He hoped that by the time he’d finished in the bathroom Brian would be asleep. Justin opened the bathroom door slightly and peered at the bed. All clear. It appeared that Brian had fallen asleep. With a longing look at the bed and a small little sigh, Justin quietly tip-toed to the couch.

...

“Justin... Justin.”

Someone was shaking him. Justin closed his eyes tightly and burrowed under the sheet on the couch.

“Justin!” Brian nearly shouted as he grasped Justin’s shoulders. “Wake up! Your having a bad dream.”

“Huh?”

“You were dreaming; you’ve been making noises for the last hour. Come to bed.”

Justin sat up on the sofa. “What am I doing here?”

“Don’t look at me, you wanted to sleep on the couch.”

Justin rubbed his eyes. “Why would I do that? The bed is much more comfortable.” Still half asleep he navigated himself up the stairs and threw himself on the bed. He pulled the duvet over himself and promptly went to sleep.

Brian shook his head to clear it. Whatever. He joined Justin in the bed and wrestled a piece of the duvet away from the sleeping man. Justin promptly rolled seeking the heat source of Brian’s body. Instinctually, Brian pulled Justin close, wrapping his arms around the younger man. In his sleep, Justin began to feather a trail of kisses along Brian’s collarbone and along his chest.

Brian’s self-restraint was sorely tested when the blond head disappeared below the edge of the bedcover. “Justin...”

“Mmphf...?” Justin seemed to gather speed as he headed south.

Brian was tempted to let him continue. He shifted a knee, blocking Justin’s path. “Justin!”

Justin surfaced from the sheets scrubbing his face with his hands. “Brian?! What are you doing in my bed?”

“I’m not in your bed, you’re in my bed!” He was awake at four in the morning, sporting a painful hard-on and trying to be diplomatic. It was ironic, all he wanted to do was flip Justin over and take him right there. He may just yet.

“What am I doing in your bed?”

“Locked out... Daphne in Baltimore... cold outside... Any of this ringing a bell??”

That woke Justin up. He scrambled over to the opposite side of the bed, clutching the sheet to himself.

Brian chuckled. “Your maidenly virtue is safe with me -- unless you start something again, then all bets are off.” He gave the sheet a tug, pulling it out of Justin’s hands so he was barely covered. “Good night, Justin.”

Brian rolled over and presented Justin his back.

Justin sat there for a while trying to figure out just what the hell was going on. Finally, he surrendered to the warmth of the bed and peace of sleep.

...

Brian woke up with a weight on his chest, drool on his shoulder and a hard-on that was currently being nicely rubbed by a warm and equally hard cock.

“Mmmmmm,” the lump on his shoulder sighed happily.

Brian looked down at Justin whose eyes were shut, smiling happily. Fuck! “What is it with you?” Brian nudged Justin off his body. “If you’re going to start things, at least have the decency to be awake!” Brian threw back the covers and stomped off to the shower.

“Huh?” Justin blinked a few times. Half asleep he plodded into the bathroom, relieved himself and joined Brian in the shower before fully coming awake.

The blast of water finally roused Justin from his sleep.

“Oh shit!”

Brian looked down at Justin. “What now?”

“I shouldn’t be here.”

“Where ‘here’ exactly? In my apartment? In my bathroom? In my shower? In the way of my hard-on?” The last was said as Brian rubbed against Justin’s hip.

Justin jerked, but didn’t move away. His cock was certainly showing similar signs. Brian shifted the soap from himself to Justin. Justin tried to stay still. He closed his eyes and a soft moan escaped.

“What the fuck are we doing?”

At Brian’s question, Justin blinked his eyes open.

“Well... uh...”

Brian captured Justin’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, forcing the younger man to meet his eyes. Brian studied Justin’s face. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.” And that was it, Brian lowered his mouth to Justin’s.

He’d seen it coming. If Justin was truthful with himself, he wanted what was coming. No more cat and mouse, no more temptation, no more teasing, no more anticipation. Just raw, animal, satisfaction. Justin clutched at Brian’s shoulders, pulling him down, pulling him closer. He wound a leg around one hip and gently rubbed against Brian.

“C’mon,” Brian pulled Justin out of the shower and threw a towel at him. Off balance and disoriented Justin couldn’t figure out what was going on. He watched as Brian quickly toweled off and headed to the bedroom.

“Justin!” Brian grabbed his attention. “You coming?”

Justin moved to the doorway of the bedroom, towel lightly clutched at his chest. He looked at Brian in bewilderment.

Brian walked over to him, took the towel from him and tossed it into the bathroom. Taking Justin by the hand he led him to the bed.

“I’m not going to do this unless you want it too. I damn sure hope you want this too.”

Justin reached a hand out to Brian’s face. “You were wrong, you know?”

Brian closed his eyes, maybe he should have kept his mouth shut and just gone with what they were feeling in the shower.

Justin tugged at the back of Brian’s head. Brian opened his eyes. “It’s you who is beautiful. You’ve always been beautiful.” He pulled Brian’s head to his and brushed their lips together. “How could you ever think I didn’t want this too? When we’re together, we’re amazing. I’ve tried, but I can’t stay away.” Justin rested his head on Brian’s chest.

Brian’s arms raised and encircled Justin. Together they sat, then lay together on Brian’s big comfortable bed. With one arm around Justin’s waist, Brian stroked Justin with his free hand - his hair, his arms, his back.

It felt so fucking good. Why couldn’t Brian be this Brian all the time? Justin wondered as lifted his head and stared into Brian’s deep, dark eyes. Brian saw the question -- Why?

Brian pulled Justin up and closer, softly, tenderly he reigned kisses along Justin’s jaw, down his neck, across his shoulder, then he returned and captured his mouth. Justin savored each kiss, the slow stroke of Brian’s tongue against his, the sweet taste of his lovers mouth. When he thought he could stand it no more, Brian lightly shifted their positions and began a second pass, now with Justin beneath him.

Brian’s hand performed a litany of praise as they swept along Justin’s thighs, then arms. Their fingers entwined when he reached his hands, and Brian brought their interwoven hands alongside their shoulders.

His hands confined, Justin only had his legs to capture Brian. Each leg wound around Brian’s hips, meeting behind his thighs where they crossed as Justin used the muscles in his legs to pull Brian closer.

Brian let go of Justin’s hand to reach the nightside table for lube and a condom. He dropped the condom in Justin’s hand.

“Put it on me,” Brian said releasing Justin’s other hand. He lightly shook his hips free of the confinement of Justin’s legs and leaned to the side making himself more accessible.

Now, with both hands free, Brian slicked his fingers and dropped the tube to the floor. Brian dragged his wet fingers between Justin’s thighs seeking the warm folds that claimed his hand.

Preparation took only a few moments, they were both ready and not willing to wait further. Justin’s sigh was echoed by Brian as he slipped into the one place he now knew he’d rather be than anywhere else.

They took it slow. Hands rediscovering one another, caressing limbs; lips pressing against each other, tongues exploring, creating wet paths along jaws, collarbones, necks, ears. And most of all, a feeling of filling and being filled, something missing that was missing no longer.

There was anticipation and expectation. And when every expectation had been met, there was calm, and silence, and peace.

Laying together in the aftermath, Justin curled into Brian’s warmth against the cooling sweat, and basked in Brian’s presence. Pulling a sheet up over them, Brian pulled Justin a bit closer. His fingers carded through Justin’s hair, as he stroked the man in his arms.

Justin drifted off to sleep, but Brian remained awake for another hour or so trying to make sense of what his life might hold. He knew that circumstances rather than intention was the reason Justin was here in his home. If he could figure out a way...