testdog65 (testdog65) wrote in qaf_challenges, @ 2007-06-03 18:08:00 |
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Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Cement Grounds
Written By: cindybaby
Timeline: AU
Rating: NC-17
Summary: The boys meet in a totally different way.
Brian closed his eyes, resting his head against the steering wheel. It’d been a long day, yet alone, in the small, confined space of his car he felt like finally he could breathe.
Hearing a car door slam he picked his head up, turning it to the right just in time to see a blond head mimicking the position he’d just been in, but, no, wait, this blond head was banging itself against the steering wheel. “Shit, his day must’ve been even worse than mine.”
Suddenly the head turned, and Brian found himself locked with a pair of bright-blue eyes, and fuck it if he knew why, but he couldn’t seem to look away.
Justin’d had the worst fucking day of his entire life. Okay, so maybe not the worst. He couldn’t forget that time when Billy Jacobs had told the teacher that he was completely innocent, insisting that Justin had pulled down his pants first then demanded that he do the same. And to add further humiliation he’d crowed that his penis was much bigger than Justin’s…all of this in front of their entire fourth-grade class. Justin was mortified, but wouldn’t go down without a fight, offering to show Mrs. Pellerman proof that his penis was definitely the biggest. Looking back he still couldn’t figure out what the fuck he was thinking with that one.
But still, his day was pretty horrible, and for some reason banging his head against his steering wheel seemed like it was just what he needed.
With a heavy sigh Justin pulled back and turned, catching sight of the most fucking amazing hazel eyes he’d ever seen. “Shit!” He couldn’t look away. He smiled.
Brian felt glued to the spot, smiling back in return as if in some sort of daze. “The fuck?” Pissed at himself he turned abruptly, sliding the key into the ignition, and with a hearty roar of the engine backed out of his spot then sped off toward home.
Justin was startled but chalked it up to just one more thing that’d gone wrong as he too exited the parking garage and headed home.
“Justin?”
“Yeah, it’s me.”
“In the kitchen.”
Justin dropped his bag by the door, kicked off his shoes, tossed his jacket onto a warm-brown suede easy chair then followed the voice into the kitchen. “Hey, Daph.”
“Hey, you okay?” she asked, brows furrowed as she continued to chop away at the vegetables lined up along her cutting board.
Pulling a beer from the fridge, Justin downed a large mouthful before answering. “Same shit, different fucking day.”
Daphne laughed. “Well, I had a wonderful day, thank you very much for asking. I got that raise I wanted…”
“You did?”
“…yep, and you know Toby?”
“Toby?” Justin shrugged, scratching his head.
Daphne sighed, exasperatedly. “Toby. Justin, I’ve only talked about him for like forever.”
“Mm, right, Toby,” Justin nodded, still without a clue, but not possessing the energy to deal with an irate Daphne.
“So Toby asked me out. He fucking finally did!”
Justin laughed. Daphne was practically skipping around the kitchen. “Good for you. And Toby, of course.”
“You don’t have a fucking clue who he is, do you?” Daphne asked, hand on hip, knife poised mid-air.
“Not one,” Justin smiled.
“Arrgghh,” Daphne growled half-heartedly. “I don’t know why I put up with you.”
“’Cause you love me,” Justin declared as he pressed a quick kiss against her cheek before padding out of the kitchen. “You’re fucking lucky I do,” echoed back and he smiled. Desperate to make it to the tranquility of his bedroom as visions of a painting itching to be done made his body buzz, he scurried down the hall, closing the door behind him and got to work.
***************
Brian toweled his hair gently, ever careful of exerting too much force and ripping out a few more strands than necessary. He was unwilling to help premature balding creep its way into his life a millisecond earlier than necessary. He figured if and when the day finally came when his hairline made that traitorous trek backward he’d deal with it the only way he knew how. With money. He’d fly off to some lavish spot in Switzerland, get a full-follicle-fix-up and be back to his ageless self in no time. Whoever said money didn’t make you happy was completely full of shit.
Sliding on a pair of soft, worn jeans, leaving the top button undone both for comfort and out of habit, Brian headed down to his kitchen, shirtless and barefooted. He pulled open his refrigerator door and peered inside. Empty. Well, except for the necessities, beer and poppers. He smiled, grabbing a beer, twisting the cap off and downing a good portion in one healthy gulp.
Now what.
He hadn’t brought any work home with him, too fried from his day to even think about delving into that shit again, so he dropped down onto the soothing comfort of his leather sofa, turned on the TV, finding an old western that he practically knew by heart and settled in for the night.
***************
“Brian, your two o’clock just cancelled, and you don’t have any other appointments booked for the day, so if it’s alright…”
“Cynthia, get your ass in here!”
Cynthia sighed, placing the phone back on its cradle, hoping that she could’ve gotten away with not having to ask Brian face to face, but things seldom went as planned, especially working for Brian. She dragged herself from her chair and headed into Brian’s office.
“What the fuck happened with Climatel?”
“They cancelled.”
Brian smirked. “I got that. Why?”
She could tell that Brian was not in a very engaging mood, but then he never really was. “They said they couldn’t make it and rescheduled for next Tuesday. Is that alright?” She was getting pissy herself.
Brian sighed. He was being an asshole, he knew it, but he was having another shitty day and felt like he couldn’t take anything more. “Why don’t you cut out early?”
“What?!”
Brian smiled, genuinely. “I know I’m a shit, so take the fuck off.”
Not one to look a gift, um, asshole in the mouth, Cynthia flew out of Brian’s office, her faint, “Goodbye,” barely heard over the loud click of her heels as she ran out.
Brian laughed. He looked at the time on his computer and thought what the fuck, he deserved a break too.
“Ted, I’m outta here.”
“What?” Ted shouted into the receiver.
“Bye-bye,” Brian sing-songed as he disconnected the line, gathered his stuff and left the office.
Sliding into his car, Brian wondered out loud, “Where to?” before something beside him caught his eye.
“Fucking piece of shit!” Justin shouted, kicking his flat tire mercilessly.
“Hey, you okay?”
Justin turned, his mouth slightly agape. “Shit,” he gasped in awe of the man standing in front of him, then once again, “Shit,” this time his face screwed up in embarrassment of the first time.
Brian laughed out loud. The kid was kinda funny. And hot. Fucking hot. And since his gaydar was pinging off the charts, he was also most certainly gay. “Is there a problem?”
Plunged back to reality, Justin motioned toward his car. “Flat tire.”
Brian nodded. “I can see that. You gotta spare?”
Justin looked at the man dressed impeccably in what was undoubtabely a thousand dollar suit, or more, and smiled. “You gonna change it?”
Brian shrugged. “Not the first time.”
Justin nodded. He admired the fact that he wasn’t afraid to get dirty. “I appreciate the offer, but sadly, I don’t have a spare.”
“Why not?” Brian asked.
Sheepishly, Justin admitted. “Well, um, I sorta had a flat a couple weeks ago and forgot to get it fixed.”
“Mm-hm,” Brian nodded, lips drawn in. “Well, I can, uh, give you a lift someplace.” Brian was completely aware that he was talking to the same man he’d had some sort of moment with the day before. He wondered it he remembered him as well.
“Oh, sure, that’d be great.” Justin couldn’t believe that he’d seen the guy from the day before again, and he was thrilled at the opportunity to spend more time with him. He’d felt a spark between them when their eyes had met and it felt even more intense standing beside him. Grabbing his bag from the front seat Justin locked his car and followed Brian to his.
“Great car.”
“Thanks,” Brian smiled, suddenly feeling claustrophobic in his own car. “I’m Brian Kinney, by the way.”
“Right, sorry, Justin Taylor,” Justin laughed.
“So where can I drop you?”
“Oh, uh,” Justin looked at his watch. “I didn’t realize it was so early. Um, home’s fine, I guess.”
“You wanna grab a drink or something?” Brian offered, completely shocked as the words flew from his mouth.
“Sure,” Justin smiled. “That’d be great.”
Pulling out of his spot, Brian couldn’t seem to wipe the happy grin off his stupid face, and he was absolutely dumfounded as to what the fuck had come over him.
They headed into Woody’s grabbing a small table off to the side.
“Beer?”
“Yeah, but I’ll…”
“Sit, I’ll be right back.”
Justin nodded, watching as Brian made his way over to the bar then headed back again, this time his hands full with four bottles of beer.
“One was enough,” Justin smiled.
Brian shrugged. “This way I don’t have to get up again.”
Justin took a swig then asked, “Where do you work?”
“Kinnetic.”
“Mm, that advertising place. I hear the boss’s a real asshole.”
Brian smiled, tipping his beer. “Absolutely.”
Justin’s eyes widened and he almost choked on his beer. “Shit, it’s you.”
“Primo asshole right here.”
“That’s for sure,” an admiring man offered as he passed by.
“The guy rims like a pro,” Brian confided.
Justin nodded, his eyes following the retreating stranger before fixing back on Brian. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry. I am an asshole to work for. But I want the best, so I push my staff because I know it’s what they have to give me.”
Justin liked that Brian had such confidence in his employees.
“And you? You must work close by since your car was parked next to mine for the past few days.”
Justin smiled. Brian had remembered him. “I work at Jamerson’s.”
“Ah, the competition.”
“Not really. We don’t do that much of the advertising side, more the graphics part.”
“And you? What part exactly do you do?” Brian asked, leaning in.
“The graphics. Art. I’m an artist. Well, I paint, and sketch, and work on the computer. I do it all. I…” He was rambling. He knew it. But he felt helpless as Brian’s hazel eyes bore down on him. He licked his lips, suddenly so dry, and took another mouthful of beer, swallowing it loudly. He smiled, his face flushed with embarrassment.
“Maybe I’ve seen some of your work?”
“Not likely, unless you’ve been inside me, um, my bedroom…” Shit, he really had to get control.
“Is it nice? Inside?”
Brian was flirting shamelessly, enjoying the crimson tinge of Justin’s cheeks.
“Um, uh…”
“Maybe I can see them sometime?”
“See what?” Justin was flustered.
“Your drawings. Paintings. I’d like to see how talented you are.”
Justin drew in a shaky breath and smiled, batting his baby-blues slowly he purred, “I’m very talented.”
Suddenly Brian felt very warm. “I’m sure you are,” Brian said, licking his lips as his eyes found their way to Justin’s firm, full ass.
Justin laughed. “I have a feeling we’re not talking about my artistic abilities anymore.”
Brian joined in. “On the contrary. Maybe it’s just a different kind of artistic ability I’m referring to.”
Downing the remainder of his second beer, Justin stated nervously, “Well, it’s been nice, but I really should get going.”
“No car, remember?”
“Shit, right.” Justin smiled, sweetly. “Would you mind driving me?”
Brian had to stifle his initial response, but neither man missed the unspoken invitation lingering between them. “Your chariot awaits.”
“This is me,” Justin said as they pulled up to a nice looking building.
Brian nodded.
“I guess I’ll see you in the garage.”
“Right.”
“Okay, well… Shit! My car. I totally forgot. Fuck. Tomorrow…”
“Don’t worry. If you want I can pick you up in the morning. You can get your car fixed tomorrow.”
“Thanks, that’d be great.”
“So, see you around eight?”
“Yeah, eight. Bye,” Justin smiled, getting out of the car.
“Later,” Brian offered, smiling back.
“Daph?” Justin shouted the minute he made it through the apartment door.
“Yeah?”
“Where the fuck are you?”
“Bathroom. In the tub. What’s wrong?”
Justin burst through the bathroom door, startling a bubble-covered Daphne. “Justin, fuck!”
“I’ve just met Mr. Perfect.”
“What? Where? When?”
Justin shook his head, his mind still reeling with giddiness. “In his car. In the parking garage. Yesterday.”
“Yesterday? Why the fuck didn’t you tell me then?”
Justin kept shaking his head, an almost dazed expression plastered across his face. “Today.”
“What the fuck? Did you take something?” Daphne demanded.
“Nope, I’m just high on life,” Justin sighed, flicking a handful of bubbles at Daphne before stumbling out of the bathroom.
“The door. Shut the…”
But Daphne’s shouts fell on deaf ears as Justin floated into his bedroom.
“Men,” she spit, sinking further into the tub.
***************
“Hey, Mikey.”
“Brian, how’d you know it was me?”
Brian closed his eyes, reveling in his best friend’s ignorance. “It’s a new fangled invention called call display. Next time I think I’ll try one called screening.”
“Brian,” Michael laughed.
“What’s up?”
“We’re headed out to Babylon. Come.”
“Although I’m good, even I can’t come on command like that without at least a little effort. Sorry, Mikey.”
“Brian,” Michael whined. “Come with us.”
“Sorry, I’ve got other plans.”
“What kinda plans?” Michael asked, pissed that Brian wasn’t willing to drop everything for him.
“The private kind. Bye, Mikey.”
Brian grabbed his keys as he headed out the door, a light and easy feeling guiding him down to his car. He pressed his hand against the passenger side seat cushion, imagining that he could still feel the warmth from Justin then drove off in search of something more.
“I’ll get it,” Daphne called out as she opened the apartment door. “Can I, uh, help you?” Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Please be for me…
“Is Justin here?” Brian asked a little unsure.
“Justin, right,” she said dejectedly. “Justin!”
“What?” Justin asked, walking out of the bathroom, a worn black towel wrapped loosely around his waist, his pale skin shiny and wet.
“Someone’s here for you,” she replied with a bright smile, nodding in the direction of the still open front door.
“Brian!”
Brian licked his lips, his gaze following the line of Justin’s body, his pants suddenly a little too tight.
Justin noticed Brian’s reaction and with the flimsy material the only thing covering his crotch, he was sure that Brian had become aware of his own situation.
“I’m Daphne.”
“Daphne, nice to meet you.”
“How’d you know which apartment was mine?” Justin asked, holding the towel a little higher.
“Downstairs. Says Taylor, so I took a chance. Someone let me in and…”
“Right.”
“Would you like to come in?” Daphne offered, stunned by Justin’s lack of manners.
“Sorry, shit, come in. I’m just gonna go, um, get undressed, dressed. I’m gonna get dressed.” Justin stumbled out of the living room and into his bedroom, shaking his head in dismay.
“You’re the guy from the parking garage,” Daphne stated.
“Yep,” Brian smiled, pleased that Justin had spoken about him.
“You’re even better than I imagined,” Daphne smiled as she sat down on the opposite end of the couch, turning to face Brian.
Brian laughed. He liked this girl. “So, you guys are roommates?”
Daphne shrugged. “Not really. I’m just staying here while I look for a place.”
Brian nodded.
“Any chance you’re straight?” Daphne asked hopefully.
“Not one,” Brian smiled.
“Figures. Any brothers…twins?”
“Nope, but I’ve got a for shit sister I’d be happy to unload.”
“No dick, no deal,” Daphne said with a shake of her head, confirming Brian’s initial thoughts that he definitely liked the girl.
“So what are you two chatting about?” Justin asked, dropping down into the suede chair across from the couch.
“Nothing much, I’ve just been filling him in on your history, you know, guys you’ve slept with, positions, how rough you like it…”
“Daphne!”
Daphne couldn’t contain her laughter, and enjoying the stricken look on Justin’s face Brian couldn’t help but join in.
“Well, it’s been a slice, but I’m off.”
“Where you going?” Justin asked.
Painfully Daphne replied, “Out. With Toby. Shit, Justin, do you even listen to me when I talk?”
“Sometimes,” Justin confessed with a sheepish smile, jumping up to engulf Daphne in a tight hug.
“Yeah, yeah, get off me,” she deadpanned, trying to keep from smiling. “Let’s just hope Toby’s that eager.”
“Have fun. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t,” Brian offered as she headed out the door.
Daphne turned, grinned. “The visual alone on that one’s gonna kill me.”
Brian smiled.
She was right.
“So, um, what’re you up to tonight?”
Brian cleared his throat. “Well, I thought maybe you’d like to do something.” He held his breath, treading on such unfamiliar ground.
Justin smiled brightly. “That’d be great.”
Brian felt inexplicably drawn to Justin, and although it was terrifying, he kinda liked it.
“I’ve gotta shit load of movies. Wanna order some take-out and watch one?” Justin offered.
“Sounds great.”
Pulling himself up Justin headed over to the stack of DVDs and began listing titles.
Brian listened, halfheartedly, his focus elsewhere as a bent-over Justin’s perky little ass filled his view.
“So?”
“Um, surprise me.”
Justin nodded and turned back around, bending over again as he put in one of his favorites. “I hope you like it,” he said, turning his head slightly, completely aware of exactly where Brian’s eyes were glued, then focused back on the DVD player with a giddy smile.
The movie started as Justin sat down beside Brian, turning sideways. “Hungry?”
Brian’s eyes met Justin’s and he couldn’t help himself. Shifting forward he ran his hand slowly along the smooth skin of Justin’s cheek, cupping it gently. Leaning in, his eyes traveled down to his pink, full mouth then back up again to his shinning eyes. “Can I?” Brian asked, something he couldn’t ever remember doing but for some reason couldn’t proceed without.
“Please,” Justin whispered.
Slipping his tongue out Brian ran it gently along the top then the bottom of Justin’s lips, eliciting a small gasp as he did.
“More,” Justin breathed.
With a trace of a smile Brian pressed his warm lips against Justin’s, his mouth slightly open, and lingered only moments before pulling back, meeting Justin’s eyes once more.
“Fuck,” Justin gasped.
Brian moved in again, this time taking his time, pressing further and harder, his long fingers sifting eagerly through Justin’s silken hair.
Swallowing audibly both men faced each other, panting slightly, their gaze glazed over and anxious.
“Do you wanna…” Justin asked.
“No. Not yet.”
Justin felt stricken. Rejected.
“With me it’s always fuck ‘em and I’m done. I don’t want that with you. I’d really like more.” Brian was scared shitless. He knew he wanted to fuck Justin so goddamned badly, but he didn’t want to screw things up. He had to try.
“You do?” Justin felt a little better.
“Yeah, if you do.”
Justin smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“Good. Now let’s order something to eat before I lose my resolve and fuck your brains out.”
“Mmm, that sounds good,” Justin teased, springing up off the couch, his tented jeans leading the way.
Brian closed his eyes. “What the fuck was I thinking?” he sighed, shifting his erection slightly. “Shit.”
But as he watched Justin make his way back with a stack of worn paper menus he knew that he was on the right track…for once.
“Shit, what time is it?”
“Uhh…” Justin shuffled out from under Brian’s arm, one eye open as he squinted at the time on the clock. “Fuck, it’s 4:18. Urgh, I’m gonna be so wiped tomorrow…today.”
“I better get going,” Brian strained, stretching his arms up as he stood.
Justin watched as a patch of amber skin revealed itself when Brian’s shirt rode up. “You can stay here. It’s so fucking late already and you’re gonna drive me in the morning anyways.”
Brian yawned. “Right. Okay.”
“Come on,” Justin offered, tugging Brian toward his bedroom. He noticed the door to the guest room had been closed and wondered why Daphne hadn’t woken them when she’d come in. He’d drill her later, right now he was too fucking tired.
Justin closed the door to his room, stripped off his clothes down to his briefs and crawled into bed.
Brian stood rooted to the spot.
“Brian, get in.”
Brian was torn. Suddenly he was wide awake.
“Brian?”
With a smile Brian tugged off his clothes, stopping when he got to his jeans.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m, uh, not wearing any underwear,” Brian confessed.
Justin swallowed. Hard.
“It’s okay. No big deal. Get in,” Justin nodded, all the while desperately trying to will his erection away.
With a shrug Brian stepped out of his jeans and climbed into Justin’s bed.
Justin wasn’t sure whether to face Brian or turn around. Deciding that maybe if he turned over he wouldn’t be tempted Justin shifted onto his side. “Goodnight,” he croaked.
“’Night,” Brian echoed, moving in the slightest bit closer to Justin.
Both men gasped as Brian’s dick rubbed up against Justin’s ass.
“Shit, I’m sorry.”
“No, uh, no, it’s okay,” Justin whispered, commanding his body to remain still.
“I just…” Brian moved forward a touch and his erection bumped Justin’s crack again.
“Brian,” Justin gasped, arching back slightly. He turned to face Brian, his breath coming in short pants, their faces only inches apart.
Brian licked his lips, his body vibrating with need. He couldn’t help himself. Lunging forward he sucked Justin’s bottom lip into his mouth, his blood racing from Justin’s loud moan.
With both of their help Justin scrambled out of his underwear and with a sure grip Brian wrapped his long fingers firmly around both his and Justin’s erections.
“Fuck!” echoed loudly in the silent room.
With the added bonus of pre-cum lubing the way, Brian slid his hand torturously slow up and down, squeezing their heads together on the up-stroke, letting his pinky slip purposefully lower to rub teasingly along Justin’s balls on the down-stroke.
Needing more Justin attacked Brian’s mouth, slipping his tongue deep inside the unfamiliar cavern, tasting and exploring to Brian’s very vocal delight.
“Faster,” Justin groaned, his lips pressed against Brian’s, both men panting heavily.
Brian sped up and Justin couldn’t keep still, wrapping his leg firmly around Brian’s thigh, digging his foot into his ass to pull him even closer.
“Oh god, so close, so close…”
“Come for me, shit, please!”
Brian’s breathless whisper pushed Justin over the edge and he shot, hot spurts coating Brian’s hand and stomach, and the warmth and pulsing bursts sent Brian reeling. “Fuck!” he grunted, his head tipped backward sharply as he added his own cum to the sticky mess between them.
“God, that was amazing,” Justin purred, coming down from his high, his leg slipping slightly from around Brian.
“It was,” Brian confirmed, pulling Justin against him, not wanting him to move.
Justin laughed, deep and low. “So much for not taking things any further right away.”
Brian pulled his lips between his teeth and nodded. “I didn’t fuck you,” he smiled in a self-satisfied way.
“Nope, you didn’t. I guess maybe baby steps, huh?”
Brian nodded, wrapping his hand securely around Justin’s firm, full ass. “Baby steps,” he confirmed with a gentle squeeze.
Justin laughed, reaching back to remove Brian’s wandering hand. “If you don’t move this I think neither one of us is gonna get any sleep and something else might just happen.”
“Wouldn’t want that,” Brian laughed.
Justin searched deep into Brian’s eyes and smiled. “Well, maybe…” he whispered, his willpower wavering.
Brian slapped Justin’s ass sharply, eliciting a loud ‘hey’ in response. “There’s lots of time, Justin. Lots of time.”
Dawn was breaking outside and through the window slats a steady stream of sunlight began to illuminate the quiet bedroom. Brian looked around, noticing all the incredible works of art hung around the room and he smiled.
“You’re right. You’re fucking talented.”
With a turn of his head Justin followed Brian’s line of sight, catching a recent painting still drying on his easel. He blushed, turning back to an identical pair of beautiful hazel eyes staring back at him.
“I couldn’t help myself.”
Brian nodded. He smiled. Neither could he.
Epilogue:
“Come on. We’re gonna be late.”
“Calm your fucking nerves, Sunshine. It’s always best to be fashionably late.”
Justin snorted. “Not when you’re the guests of honor.”
“I’m always the guest of honor,” Brian grinned, leaning down to buss a chaste kiss against Justin’s lips.
“Right, whatever you say. Now get that flat but fabulous ass of yours in gear.”
“Flat?” Brian inquired, brows raised in defiance.
Justin smiled, playfully. “Not everyone can have an ass like mine.”
Brian eyed said ass thoughtfully and he had to agree. “Little shit.”
Wrapping his arms around Brian’s neck, pressing his body tightly against him, Justin purred, “But I’m your little shit, at least I will be if we ever get there.”
“Then quit stalling. Shit, don’t you know it’s not proper etiquette to be late for your own commitment ceremony?”
“But I…” Justin blurted, flabbergasted as Brian tugged him out the door.
“Always one for drama,” Brian shook his head in mock dismay.
“I’ve got your drama right here,” Justin stated, grabbing his dick firmly through his pants.
“Very fashionably late never hurt anyone,” Brian tried, pulling Justin back toward the loft.
But Justin just laughed, turning them back around.
“You’re gonna make an honest man out of me if it fucking kills you,” Justin declared as they got into the car.
Brian shifted in his seat, his gaze searching Justin’s face before landing squarely on his eyes. “You made me one the moment we met. That day in our cars. In the garage.”
Justin nodded, remembering the instantly undeniable attraction they felt for each other.
“You ready for this?” Justin asked, quietly, needing to make sure.
Brian smiled. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”