notreallyme10 (notreallyme10) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2009-07-12 19:19:00 |
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65. Full Length Fic: Does Distance Make the Heart Grow Fonder?
Title: “Does Distance Make the Heart Grow Fonder?”
Written By: LJ's sfscarlet
Theme: Yearning
Author’s notes: “No matter who you’re ever with… I’ll always be there.” NC-17, slight angst, AU season 5 beta by girloftheburbs
Brian came home to the loft, tired and exhausted like he usually did. He stripped his clothes, carefully hanging up his suit before lying on his back on the bed in his briefs. Closing his eyes, he enjoyed vivid memories of himself and Justin on the bed. Justin, eyes hooded, a light sheen of sweat on his body, waiting for him to fuck him as he repeated his favorite mantra, “Do it. Just do it, Brian.”
Justin, flat on his back, legs clasping Brian's waist, his hips tilting up toward his every thrust. Or his guilty pleasure, him on his back, legs bent and spread wide as Justin pummeled his ass. Kissing Justin's full lips, their tongues exploring each other's mouths or just lying there as they both came down from their post-orgasmic high.
How did I let Justin under my radar, into my life? How did his presence become so necessary? Where had the ultimate Stud of Liberty Avenue gone? When did I become a lesbian, having such thoughts? Brian Kinney did not wax poetic about his… what the fuck was Justin? I asked him to move in with me. “And as for times when you're not around, I wouldn't particularly mind it if you were.” Did that make me a part of a couple? I cleaned out a drawer for him. One fucking drawer. He doesn't have much shit, guess that comes from moving so often in the last few years.
Brian reached for the pillow on Justin's side of the bed, sniffing it, hoping to smell Justin on it but knowing that his scent was long gone. Rolling on his side, he grabbed the pillow and fell asleep.
“You do. You give a shit. You give a shit. You so care about me. You love me so much!” Brian Kinney cares. He gives a shit!”
The ringing of the phone woke him.
“Kinney,” he answered as he ran a hand through his hair then scratched his stomach.
“Did I wake you?”
“S'okay. I had a long day.” Brian sat up and turned on the lamp.
“I won't keep you long. Just called to say hi.” Justin sat on his bed in Brett's guesthouse as he cradled the phone by his ear.
“Hi. So... Do any really hot guys since we last talked?” Brian got off the bed and walked into the kitchen grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge.
“A few, but none as hot as you. They are kind of like cookies--made from the same mold,” Justin commented as he lay on the bed.
“You're complaining about being surrounded by gorgeous men all day. Didn't I teach you anything?” Brian quipped back, but winced when he thought of Justin fucking and being fucked by gorgeous young men.
“Oh I learned my lesson, but they're just tricks--just convenient. They're not you.”
Brian finished drinking his water before answering. “Justin. Of course they're not me--I'm one of a kind.”
Not wanting to prolong that conversation, Justin changed the subject. “How's Gus? I bet he's grown a foot since I left.”
“He asked about you when I was at the Munchers’ last week. They invited me to brunch and I'm having Gus spend the night on Thursday.” Brian smiled as he remembered Gus running to him when he walked in the door.
“Spending the night--wow--think you can handle a four year old? He can be a handful,” Justin teased as he looked at the framed picture of Gus and himself that sat on his dresser.
“If I can handle a sleepover with you, I can handle Gus. After all, according to Mel, you're both children.”
Justin laughed at Brian. “So who’s more fun?”
Brian was quiet for a moment. “Depends on your definition of fun. Gus is fun for a four year old--asking a million questions, eating all the time, and demanding my attention. Come to think of it, that is what you do too.”
“Ha ha. Say hi to him for me. I miss him. Going to Babylon tonight?”
“No. I've got some more work to do on the Pool Boy account. I'll order some Thai food and then hopefully finish at a reasonable hour.” Brian rummaged in the drawer for the take out menu, looking at it to see what he wanted. “What about you? Got some fancy pool party or orgy to attend?”
“Everyday is a party here. I've gotten invites to four different places. I don't know how people do it full time. I'm exhausted and I've been out here for four months.”
“My heart bleeds for you. The sacrifices you must make to do what you love,” Brian said, tongue-in-cheek.
“Asshole.”
“Twat.”
“The novelty is wearing off. Sure there are cute guys, but everybody has an agenda. Who should I talk to to get my next commercial/movie/print ad? I didn't think it would be like this.”
“So drawing all day is tedious?”
“You could say that. I'm learning so much out here and it is a dream come true, but I don't think I'd want to be here all the time,” Justin admitted.
“The honeymoon's over, but I bet once the movie starts shooting, you'll have the euphoria again.” Brian found the menu for the take out he wanted and laid it by the phone. “I've got to start working or I'll be up until 3:00, and I've got an early morning meeting. Later.”
“Uh, okay. Later.” Justin put down the phone and frowned. He was hoping for some phone sex and looked at his disappointed cock. Brian's voice always got him hard, even if it was a ten-minute phone call.
He pulled down his underwear and grabbed his cock in his good hand. He pulled it a few times and then opened the drawer on the nightstand, getting the lube. Squeezing a generous amount on this hand, he grabbed his cock with his lubed hand. Closing his eyes, he pictured Brian and himself on the bed in the loft--Brian kissing his neck, trailing his tongue down his throat, making little nips with his teeth but not leaving any marks. Brian would play with his nipples, flicking the tips until they were pointy. Justin used one hand to play with his nipples as the other stroked his cock. He licked his lips as his pleasure increased. Moving his hand from his nipple to his opening, he pushed a finger inside as he pulled harder with his other hand. Rubbing the sensitive head with his thumb as he moved his finger in and out, he quickly reached climax and shot all over his stomach. He grabbed some Kleenex and wiped himself, laying there recovering from his orgasm. Closing his eyes, he slept, dreaming of Brian.
Brian ordered his food and worked until after 1:00 a.m. He picked up the picture of Justin and himself that was taken at Gus' fourth birthday, running his finger over Justin's image. I miss him. Those lips, so kissable--the only ones I've tasted in years. His wit--laughing at himself and me and I allow him to do it. His arms around my neck and his legs wrapped around my waist as he yells my name in orgasmic pleasure. His scent--like Sunshine. The smile that lights up my world. Fuck! I'm turning into a lesbian. Brian put down the picture and turned off the lights in the loft, getting in bed for the night.
Opening the nightstand, he pulled out the lube and a dildo. He coated the dildo and ran the tip over his perineum and hole. Slipping it in, he pushed past the tight barrier ring and moaned in a mixture of pain and pleasure.
“Does it always hurt?”
“A little bit. But that's a part of it. Now relax. I want you to always remember this... so that no matter who you’re ever with... I'll always be there.”
He moved the dildo in and out of his hole, pulling his cock at the same time. Thinking of Justin, he yelled as he exploded over his stomach. Grabbing a tissue, he cleaned himself up, and then got under the blanket where he dreamed of Justin yet again.
Brian woke when his alarm went off in the morning. Sliding his hand down his taut chest, he felt the residual stickiness from last night, and padded to the bathroom to shower. After adjusting the temperature, he got in and poured some shampoo in his palm. Thoughts of Justin standing under the spray as Brian washed his hair made Brian hard. Placing his sud-filled hands on his cock, he quickly stroked himself as he thought of Justin in the shower, and the many mornings they spent “cleaning” each other. He shot quickly on the wall and allowed the spray to clean off his cum. With a frown, he wondered if he would ever take a shower without thinking of Justin. Finishing his shower, he dressed, poured himself some coffee, and drank it while he listened to the morning news. After his coffee, he retrieved his briefcase, locked and alarmed the loft, and left for Kinnetik.
After his meeting with the executives from Pool Boy, he had an 11:00 with the woman from Eyeconic Optics. He reviewed his latest campaign, stepping into the conference room to meet with their representative.
After he completed his pitch, the woman commented, “I remember the first time you worked for us. You were still with Vanguard then. There was a young man; he seemed a little nervous but he had a great idea when he said orange is the new blue. I think that made the campaign.”
Brian smiled and nodded his head. “We aim to please.”
“That's why Eyeconics is with Kinnetik instead of Vanguard. Their ideas were so stale. I'm comfortable with the new campaign. I'll let your lawyers talk to mine and they'll figure out the rest.”
“Wonderful. Would you like to go to lunch with me to celebrate?” Brian asked, even though that was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Thank you, but I've already got plans.” She stood up and shook Brian's hand, and then he led her out of the conference room.
“Shit! Justin. I haven't thought of that day in a while. He really made an impression. Not surprised, look what he did to me. I wish I could have produced him for her. Maybe that's not really true. I wish I could produce him for me. Fucking twat. I really am turning into a lesbian.”
Justin was just getting out of the shower when his phone rang. He grabbed a towel and tied it quickly around his waist as he grabbed the phone before it went to voice mail.
“Hey,” he panted.
“Did I interrupt something?”
“No. I was in the shower.”
“Sounds like fun. Wish I was with you. I could wash your back for you. I remember how hard it was for you to do your back,” Brian teased as he felt himself grow hard.
“I could use your help washing my back, but your arms aren't that long.” Justin unwrapped the towel and dried his body with one hand. “Everything okay?”
“Sure. Just thinking of you. I just left a meeting with the Eyeconics representative and she asked about the young man who was there at her initial meeting. She reminded me of your overly eager comments. You know where you advised her that orange is the new blue.”
“Oh. I remember that meeting. You fired me.”
“Yeah I did, but then you grew some balls and convinced me to take you back.”
“Getting nostalgic? That's so unlike you. Sure you're okay?”
“I'm fabulous. Just wanted to share that tidbit. Gotta go -make millions of dollars. Later.”
“Later.” Justin looked at the phone, smiling at the memory of his return to Brian's office, later that night. He felt himself grow hard as he remembered their hot reunion sex. Shit. He can make me hard in an instant, but I've got to get to work. Justin took the towel into the bathroom and hung it up. He went into the bedroom to dress and get ready for work.
While at work, Justin drew his storyboards of J.T., Rage and Zephyr, all the while thinking of the real J.T. and Rage, wishing he could be there with him instead of across the country.
Brian finished his day early--it was only 7:00 p.m.--so he decided to go to Woody's for a drink.
“Hello ladies,” he affectionately greeted the gang.
“Brian!” Michael said excitedly as he hugged his best friend. “I didn't know you were coming tonight.”
“Mikey, “ he sighed with exaggeration. “I forgot to email you my itinerary.”
Michael swatted his friend on the arm and took a drink of his beer. “Want to shoot some pool? I'm feeling lucky tonight.”
Brian picked up his beer and followed Michael to the pool table.
“Want to go again, oh lucky one?” Brian asked as he sank the last ball into the cup.
Frowning, Michael shook his head. “No thanks. Ben should be home soon and I want to spend some time with him. He's been so busy with school lately that I feel almost single again.”
Brian winced at the comment. Unfortunately, I do feel single. Shit! I did not just think that.
“Go home to your hubby, traitor.” Brian affectionately gave Michael a hug and finished his beer.
“I'll play you, Brian,” Ted offered as he picked up a cue.
“No thanks, Theodore. I think I will make it an early night. I've been burning the midnight oil a few too many nights.”
Ted looked at him. “Are you okay, Brian? You’re not sick are you?” Ted felt his forehead. “You don't seem to have a fever.”
Brian swatted Ted's fingers off his head. “I'm fine. Can't a man be tired occasionally?”
“Sure Bri. No problem. See you in the morning.” Ted lifted his hand in salute as he watched Brian leave. Turning toward Emmett he whispered, “So sad. He misses Justin, but feels he has to play the Stud of Liberty Avenue and not show it. He should just go see him. It's been four months.”
“Maybe you should suggest it?”
“And get my ass fired for real. He fires me at least once a week, but never means it. If I suggested he go see Justin... I think I would really be fired and I like my job.”
“It's sad that he won't admit to missing him. They are so cute together.” Emmett took a sip of his Cosmo as he glanced around the room.
“Don't ever let Brian hear you call him cute. He'll have your balls.”
“I know. But deep down, he's just a big softy. I've got an early meeting in the morning, so I guess I'll be leaving too.” Emmett kissed Ted on the cheek as he walked toward the door.
“I should be leaving too. The boss gets rather cranky, if I'm not at my desk when he arrives in the morning.” Ted placed his club soda on the table and walked out with Emmett.
Justin worked hard and played hard, but there was always an emptiness in his life. He missed Brian. He received his paycheck yesterday and put in the bank this morning on the way to the studio. One thousand dollars for a week's work. Not bad for a 21 year old. Only thing is, what good does it do me if I don't have someone to share it with? Only a few more weeks and I'll be back in the Pitts where I belong.
Justin looked at the clock on the bedside table and mentally did the math in his head. If it was 10:00 p.m. here, it would be 1:00 a.m. in the Pitts. Not too late to call Brian.
“This better be good,” Brian yelled into the receiver.
“I'll let you go back to sleep,” Justin said as way of an apology.
“I'm up now.”
“I'll call you tomorrow. Go back to bed.”
'You're home at an early hour. Everything okay?”
“....Yeah everything's good. I just...”
“Spit it out.” Brian rubbed his eyes with his free hand.
“I miss you. I got paid today and it was a huge check, but I realized that money is only good if you have someone to share it with.”
Brian frowned. “I thought you were working on Rage, not some soap opera. Is Rage going to have to fuck J.T. to save him from his lesbian thoughts?”
Justin laughed. “I'm not turning into a lesbian, so Rage doesn't have to save me. I would love to have Rage come fuck me just because he wanted to. Wouldn't Rage like to do that?”
“Rage always wants to fuck his J.T. It's the way the world works.”
“So you admit that you are Rage, just pretending to be Brian Kinney?” Justin teased.
“Rage is a part of me, no doubt, but let's stop with the comic book references. I'm not talking to Mikey.” Brian took the phone into the kitchen as he grabbed a cold water bottle from the fridge. Opening the bottle, he took two large swigs and then put the cap back on.
“How's Kinnetik? Are you being nice to the Art Department or do I have to come save them so they will not sue you for undue harassment?
Brian chuckled, but responded, “I'll have you know that the Art Department as well as every other department in Kinnetik is treated with the utmost respect by me, their boss.”
“Uh huh. And I'm attending an orgy as we speak.”
“How come you didn't invite me? I would be the star of the room,” Brian said, tongue-in-cheek.
“Wish you were here. I'm getting tired of all the cookie cutter guys here. I mean it was nice at first, an easy fuck whenever I wanted with these gorgeous men, but…”
“What? Fucking gorgeous men sounds like absolute heaven to me. Maybe I should come for a visit and see for myself these cookie cutter men you keep rattling on about.”
“I'd love to see you.”
The silence on the other end of the line was deafening.
“It's late and someone woke me up from a sound sleep. Why don't you go fuck one of those cookie cutter guys for me and tell me about it the next time we talk.”
“I've got a better idea. Why don't you grab your cock and pretend that I'm working it.” Justin opened the nightstand drawer and pulled out his tube of lube.
Brian returned to his bed and grabbed his cock, pulling it hard in just a few strokes. “Sounds like a plan. I'm hard. Now what are you going to do to me?”
“Take out the dildo that you keep by the bed and lube it up.”
“You know all my secrets,” Brian teased as he grabbed the dildo and lube.
“Rub the tip up and down your perineum, stopping to push a little at your hole.”
Brian did as instructed and Justin could hear the increase in his breathing.
“Good. Push the dildo in, just a little.” Justin listened to Brian's small hitch of breath as he breached the barrier. “Pretend it's me. Pushing into you, inch by inch. You're tight. It's been a long time, but you want me, you always do. I'm kissing you and you're kissing me back. Our tongues are dancing furiously as you push up to meet my fat cock.” Brian was breathing in short huffs, telling Justin he was getting closer. “Push me in--that's it, push the dildo further into you--feel me as I fill you up. My hand is pulling your cock as my dick enters you. You're almost there. You feel your body tingling, that familiar wash over your body. Come for me, Brian. Only me. Show me how hot we are together.”
Justin heard Brian yell out his name, “Justinnnnnnnn”; He visualized the ropes of cum that shot from Brian. He waited until Brian's breathing returned to normal. “Sleep well. Later.”
Brian gathered a few brain cells and repeated the familiar mantra, “Later.” He wiped himself with the come towel he kept by the bed and hung up the phone. Quickly he fell back to sleep.
Justin smiled at his prowess on the phone. That was hot. Now it's my turn. He played with himself as he envisioned Brian and his dildo, and quickly climaxed. After cleaning himself, he fell into a peaceful sleep as well.
Brian woke the next morning to the sight of his dildo lying next to him in the bed. Smiling at the little late night interlude he and Justin enjoyed, he decided the real thing was better than a dildo.
After his early morning meeting, he reviewed his calendar. There were two meetings that Ted could handle and one that he could entrust to Cynthia. Hopefully, he could get Cynthia to rearrange the other two meetings for a later date.
“Cynthia, I need you,” he yelled through the intercom. It wouldn't do to just ask, she'd think he was sick like Theodore did last night.
“Yes boss,” she responded as she calmly walked into his office.
“I want you to take the Champion meeting next week. It's just a formality, they've seen the boards three times and this is just a final okay. Also, I need you to reschedule Wet ‘n Wild and Wyler's to the following week.”
Cynthia smiled. “So you're going to go see Justin?”
“What I do with my personal life is my business. But you can reach me in an emergency--and by definition, an emergency is if somebody dies, or the business implodes. I'll be leaving tomorrow and won't be back for at least a week.”
As she walked out of Brian's office, she called to him, “Say ‘hi’ to Justin for me.”
Brian nodded and called for Ted.
“Theodore, you will be meeting with Rottler and Thermos in my absence. The boards are completed and I expect that you will get them to sign on the dotted line.”
“You assured me last night you were not sick! Why aren't you giving the presentations?”
Brian smirked and teased, “Think about it, Theodore.”
The light came on in Ted's mind. “Oh. You won't be here. I get it. Say ‘hi’ to Justin for me. When are you coming back?”
“Knew you were smart. I don't hire dumb people. About a week, maybe 10 days, depends on his ass and my cock. When they get too sore to fuck, I may just have to return.”
Laughing at Brian's flippant response, Ted said, “Sure thing, boss. I'm sure you will survive the hardship.” Ted took the papers Brian gave him regarding the accounts and walked out of the office.
Brian finished up the last minute communications and left Kinnetik at 5:00. He had his bag packed when he left the loft that morning, and he drove himself to the airport. I want to avoid Lindsay's “aww how romantic and sweet” or Mikey's “going to see the boyfriend” teasing. I'm doing this for me.
He showed the ticket agent his ticket and was given a first class boarding pass, and placed his luggage on the rack above his seat. Once they were airborne, the flight attendant asked if he wanted a drink.
“Whiskey. Make it a double.”
The flight attendant flirted with him the entire flight, but he ignored him. When the plane landed, it was only 11:00 p.m. L.A. time; early for this area, but Brian's body felt like it was 2:00 a.m. He grabbed a cab and gave the driver Justin's address.
Pulling out his phone, he pushed the familiar button. “Hey.”
“Hey. You're not at Babylon?” Justin commented when he didn't hear the familiar noise that usually accompanied a late phone call from Brian.
“No. Not at Babylon. I'm in a cab. What about you? Where are you? Did I catch you at a bad time?” Brian asked, hoping the answer was “at home.”
“I was getting ready to shower. Brett is having a get together. People in the industry. I think he's hoping to drum up more support for the movie.”
“Oh,” Brian answered, trying to hide his disappointment in not having Justin immediately to himself.
“There's no hurry. It's early by Hollywood's standard. If I get there by midnight, I'm right on time. Things start very late in this side of the country. I see some people starting work at 10:00 in the morning, but then they work until 10:00 at night, so I guess it's still the same.” Justin finished undressing and threw his clothes in the hamper. “I could always be talked into some hot phone sex. If I don't show up to the party, I won't be missed. Brett's parties are attended by the masses and he won't miss me.”
“I don't think phone sex is what I had in mind,” Brian said, tongue-in-cheek. He smiled as the driver slowed down in front of a large mansion.
“This is it, buddy. Your fare is 25 dollars.”
Brian gave him three tens, then grabbed his bag and closed the door. Walking up to the guesthouse, he pushed the bell.
“Shit! Someone's at the door. Hold on, Brian. I’d better see who it is. It may be someone looking for the party. I'll get rid of them fast.” Justin threw on a pair of sweats and opened the door.
Brian had dropped his bag in anticipation of Justin opening the door, and he was glad he did as he got a huge armful of Justin when he opened the door.
Kissing Brian on the mouth for several minutes, he then pulled back and looked at Brian. “I can't believe you’re here. Why didn't you tell me you were coming? This is so great.” He continued to place small kisses all over Brian's face and neck.
“Are you going to let me come in or are you going to rattle on all night and keep me standing in the California night?”
Justin laughed at Brian's little speech. “Come in.”
Brian picked up his suitcase, closed the door behind him and engulfed Justin in a similar hug as he received outside. “ My cock needed a good blow job.”
Justin laughed. “I always knew you were ruled by your cock. I was just getting into the shower. Want to join me?” Justin pulled off his sweat pants and started unbuttoning Brian's shirt. He kissed the smooth skin as he undid each button. When he got to Brian's nipple, he sucked it into his mouth.
Brian moaned at the sensation and ran his fingers through Justin's hair, enjoying the silky strands. Brian eyed the bed and walked them toward it, pushing Justin down as the back of his knees hit the mattress. Brian lay on top of him, kissing his mouth, pushing his tongue into Justin's hot cavern. Justin's tongue played with Brian's as they savored each other's taste.
Brian felt Justin's erection hit his stomach, pressing its hardness into him. Reaching his hand between their bodies, he grabbed the erection, palming it. Justin pushed up into Brian's hand, enjoying the friction and feel of his lover. Brian felt the precum ooze out of Justin's slit, making his strokes slide easier in his hand.
“I want you,” Justin said as he arched into Brian's hand.
Brian unfastened his jeans and pulled them off quickly, not stopping his stroking of Justin. Lying back on Justin, he grabbed his erection with Justin's and stroked them together.
“Briannnnnn,” Justin yelled as he felt his oncoming orgasm.
“Come for me,” Brian softly encouraged as he sped up his ministrations.
Justin's come shot up his cock and over their dicks. Brian waited until he finished and took his fingers up to his mouth to lick them clean.
“Excellent evening snack--high protein and low calories,” he said, with a wicked grin as he leaned down and kissed Justin, sharing his essence with him.
Justin hungrily kissed him back as he felt Brian's hard on still pressing against his abdomen.
“My turn for a high protein snack. I don't think I ate dinner.”
Brian rolled over on the bed and smiled as he pointed to his hard on. Justin started by kissing his lips, soft kisses raining on the corners of his mouth, small love bites to his upper lip and open mouth licks. Brian inhaled deeply as he enjoyed Justin's worship of his body. Justin moved his mouth to Brian's chest, laying open mouth kisses on his sculpted pecs and moving down to his belly button. He swirled his tongue inside, taking little nips to the sensitive area.
“Justin. My cock is ready to explode,” Brian reminded him.
Justin licked and nipped lower, inhaling Brian's scent. “Heaven”
Brian placed his hands on either side of Justin's head and pulled him toward his leaking cock. Justin grinned at Brian's impatience and licked the inside of his thighs as he placed small bites along the skin. Nudging his nose against Brian's balls, he stuck his tongue out and licked the base of his shaft. Brian arched up, wanting more of Justin's hot mouth. Justin licked the shaft from stem to tip, and then swallowed Brian's cock down to the root.
“Argh…” Brian arched up into Justin's mouth as he placed his hands on Justin's head, pushing them down.
He sucked up the shaft and then repeated his action, taking the whole cock into his mouth. Justin used his hand to play with Brian's balls, twirling his fingers firmly around them.
Justin smiled to himself as he realized he hadn't lost his touch. He took one finger of his free hand and stuck it in his mouth, moistening it. He dragged the finger across the perineum, pausing at Brian’s entrance and circling the area. He gently pushed a knuckle inside as he sucked Brian's cockhead.
“Justinnnnnnn!” Brian yelled as he fell over the edge, shooting his cum down Justin's throat.
Justin moved up Brian's body until he was kissing him and sharing his cum. He rolled over unto his back as he drew designs on Brian's chest.
“Guess you missed me?” Justin asked lazily.
“My cock needed a decent blow job.”
“Ah. Well, I guess you'll go now,” he teased.
“My cock also needs a good ass to fuck.”
Justin smiled, reached over to the nightstand, grabbed the condoms, lube, and turned over. “Lucky for you, my ass needs a good fucking.”
The End.