Plain White Tee’s Title: Plain White Tee’s Written By:bookgirl24 Timeline: early s1 Summary: Justin's crushing on Brian Rating: R Author Notes: A big thank you to my beta stephmck for her time, expertise and encouragement. All mistakes made after the fact are mine. Also, thanks to vamphile for the brand name suggestion. I don’t own anyone. This is just for fun.
Justin wasn’t sure when he became obsessed, or even why. Well, maybe he knew why. Yeah, he definitely knew why.
Brian had money. Lots of money. Justin had realized this the first time he walked into the loft. Even though he was a raging mix of hormones and teenage lust, he couldn’t miss the style and money the loft exuded on his first night here with Brian. That’s why the tee shirt thing didn’t make any sense. Not that it had to or that it really mattered. It just bothered Justin. And when it came to Brian, he wanted to know everything.
The last time Brian had brought him back to the loft, he’d barely had time to get undressed before Brian had pinned him to the bed and fucked him. Twice. After the second round, Brian had gotten up and as he walked into the bathroom, looked over his shoulder and told Justin to hurry up and get dressed. He was going out and Justin had better be ready to go or he’d be walking back to Daphne’s house. So Justin had grabbed the first thing he found to wipe the come off his stomach. It turned out to be his shirt.
When Brian came out of the bathroom to get dressed he found Justin standing in the bedroom with a crumpled up shirt in his hand and a disgusted look on his face.
"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked as he pulled a brown shirt out of the closet. Without waiting for an answer, he put on his shirt and walked down the stairs. Justin followed him, pausing at the top of the steps.
"Ummm…Brian?" he asked. "Can I borrow a shirt?"
Brian stopped walking and turned around. "Why the fuck do need to borrow a shirt? Did you lose yours?" he asked sarcastically.
"No, I didn’t lose mine. It’s got come on it", Justin said, making a face and holding up his shirt.
"What’s the matter? Afraid your Mommy might notice?" Brian teased, as he took in the look on Justin’s face and the blush that stained his cheeks.
"Noooo…it’s just…well, it’s…dirty?" he asked as he looked at Brian.
"Christ. Get a tee shirt out of my drawer. And don’t mess anything up" he warned as he rummaged through the papers on his desk.
"Thanks," Justin called. He pulled open the drawer of the dresser and inside, neatly stacked, was tee shirts. Plain white tee shirts. From Fruit of the Loom. Like the kind Justin’s mother bought for him.
"Huh," he said, as he took one off the top of the pile and pulled it over his head. Glancing down, he frowned at how long the shirt was on him. As he was tucking it into his jeans Brian yelled for him again, telling him to "hurry his ass up or he’d be walking".
Carrying the come-stained shirt in his hand, he walked back to the steps.
"Ummm…is it okay if I leave this…"
"No, you can’t leave it. Take it with you. And I want my shirt back. After it’s been washed," Brian said as Justin grabbed his jacket, walked past Brian and out the door.
Pulling the door closed, Brian walked to the stairs and paused. Putting his mouth next to Justin’s ear, amusement in voice, he whispered, "I also want my underwear back when you’re done with it." Stammering and blushing furiously, Justin followed him down the stairs and out onto the street.
Justin was getting dressed for school Monday morning and as he dug through his backpack to make sure that he had his papers for class, he noticed the white tee shirt in the bottom of the bag. Taking it out he laid it on the bed and tried to smooth out the wrinkles with his hands. Glancing at the clock and then at his closed door, he quickly pulled off his tie and starched white shirt and slipped on the tee. He was putting his shirt back on when his mom opened the door and stuck her head inside.
"Hurry up honey or you’ll be late for school."
"I’m ready," Justin replied, squeezing by his mom on his way out of his room.
"Justin, wait. What’s that sticking out of the bottom of your shirt?" she asked as she reached out to grab hold of the material as he passed by.
"Jesus, Mom, it’s just my shirt," he mumbled as he quickly picked up his pace and bounded down the stairs.
"Well at least tuck it in," she said in an exasperated voice as she tried to keep up with him.
"I will. See ya," he yelled over his shoulder as he grabbed an orange off the table and practically ran out the door.
Jennifer stood there shaking her head as she watched the door slam in his wake.
Justin spent the morning daydreaming through every class. Sitting at the lab table in Biology, all he could think about was the shirt under his uniform. And not just any shirt. Brian’s shirt. He’d been thinking about Brian and how hot he looked, prowling around the loft in his shirt. A swat to the arm cut short his musings.
"Owww," he cried as he rubbed his arm and glared at Daphne. "What was that for?"
"I asked you if you were okay. You keep rubbing your chest and your stomach."
Justin glanced down at his hand resting on his stomach. Thinking quickly he scrunched up his face and said, "I think it was that orange I ate for breakfast. Too much citric acid or something."
With a look of skepticism on her face, Daphne shook her head and muttered "Right. Like I believe that."
"It’s true. Did you know that citric acid intolerance can damage the lining of your stomach and make it hard for your body to digest food?"
"Ewwww…gross," Daphne laughed as she swatted his arm again.
"It’s true. If you’re not careful it can lead to all kinds of digestive problems."
"Okay, okay. I’m sorry I asked," she said as she went back to studying her lab sheet.
Smiling, Justin’s hand began to wander up his chest again as his mind drifted back to Brian.
Ducking into the bathroom between classes Justin went into the last stall, locked the door and leaned against the wall.
He couldn’t believe how hard he was. Rubbing his hand over his crotch, he shuddered and bit his lip to suppress a groan as his fingers began to tug on his zipper. Grabbing his shirt with his left hand, he yanked it out of his pants as his right worked to free his dick. With a low moan, he wound his left hand in the material of the tee shirt, pulling it taut around his torso. The fingers of his right hand gripped his cock, the skin stretched impossibly tight. Closing his eyes, he laid his head back against the wall and let out a shaky breath.
Remembering the other night at the loft. The feel of Brian’s fingers, long and coated with lube, as they slid into his ass. He had almost come when Brian’s fingers passed over his prostate. The shock of pleasure that ran through his body had made him cry out and Brian had asked "You like that?" as his fingers pressed down hard. Justin had shouted out his reply as he came all over the dark sheets.
His hand sped up as he gripped the shirt harder, the material feeling like hands gripping his sides. Like Brian’s hands as they held him down on the bed, his face pushed into the sheets, his breath coming in gasps as…
"Shit," he groaned as he came, his body tingling with the aftershocks, his breath ragged as he slowly loosened his grip on the shirt.
‘At least now I can get through the rest of the morning,’ he thought as he began to clean himself up.
When Friday night finally arrived, Justin found himself at the diner, perched on a stool at the counter. He was slowly sipping a Coke, applying a mask of nonchalance as he waited to see if Brian would show up on his way to Woody’s or Babylon.
It was busier than usual, Deb was trying to wait on customers, serve the food, and bus tables in between mutterings of "Fucking Kiki and Raphael. Had to pick tonight to both get sick."
As she passed by Justin, carrying a tray full of food, he turned on the stool and asked if he could help.
"Grab a tub Sunshine and start busing those empty tables."
Justin immediately went to work and the time passed quickly.
"Is it always this busy?" Justin asked Deb when they had a free moment.
‘It’s Friday night, Sunshine, when the queers come out to play. Come to think of it, when don’t they?" she cackled. "So what’re you doing here? You’re supposed to be out having fun with kids your own age. Not sitting around this diner."
"I had plans with Daph. We were gonna hang out at her house and watch a movie."
"So how come you’re not with her?"
"Last minute change of plans. Her parents we’re going out and wanted her to go with them. So I thought I’d stop by the diner and grab a Coke"
"Uh huh," Deb said, her eyes narrowing. "You didn’t come by just to see Brian did you? Because he probably won’t show," Deb said, her voice becoming soft. "You’re young and gorgeous, kiddo, and with a fucking killer smile like yours, you should be out chasing boys your own age and getting laid. Or going to football games or movies or…I don’t know. Anything but sitting in this diner waiting for Brian to grace us with his presence."
"I wasn’t waiting for Brian," Justin said indignantly.
"Sure sweetie. Now finish busing that table before we get busy again," she told him as she walked off to take another order.
It was close to 10:00 pm when the door opened and Brian, Michael, Ted and Emmett walked in. Justin was bent over cleaning a table and when Brian walked by, he smacked Justin on the ass, causing him to yelp with surprise and blush bright red. Brian bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.
"Jesus Bri," said Ted, "Give the kid a break. Can’t you see he’s working?"
"Since when do you work here?" Michael asked as he stopped at the table Justin was busing. The rest of the group had slid into the booth.
"I just stopped by for a coke and Deb was busy so I offered to help," Justin said as he smiled sweetly at Michael and then glanced over at Brian.
"He’s been a big help to me tonight so don’t any of you pick on him, you hear me?" Deb announced as she pulled out her pad. "Alright now, what’s everybody want? I’m busy here, so no fucking around."
Michael slid in beside Ted while the others ordered. They talked and bullshitted with one another as they waited for their food. Justin continued working, all the while stealing glances at Brian who seemed completely unaware of his presence.
When they got up to leave, Brian told the others to go ahead. As a magnanimous gesture of goodwill on his part, he’d pick up the tab tonight because once they got to Babylon they’d be buying their own drinks.
Justin watched them leave and turning around, gasped when he saw that Brian was standing right behind him.
"Hey," he huffed out, his voice betraying the excitement he felt at being so close to Brian.
Hooking his finger into the top of the tee shirt Justin was wearing he leaned in, eyebrow raised in a question.
"Is that my shirt you’re wearing?"
"Yeah," Justin replied breathlessly as he looked up into Brian’s eyes.
"I thought so. It looks a little big on you, don’t you think?"
Justin pressed even closer to Brian, his breath warm on Brian’s face as he practically purred, "Want it back?"
Brian felt a jolt go through his body.
"Loft. Midnight." Brian said, as he let go of the shirt and turned back to the cash register. He paid the bill and left, never once looking back at Justin who stood there with a huge grin on his face and his heart thumping in his chest.
Justin arrived promptly at midnight.
Brian answered the door in a pair of worn, faded jeans, his feet and chest bare.
"How very country club of you to be so punctual," he drawled as Justin walked into the loft, dropping his bag by the door. Shaking his head at the familiarity, Brian closed the door with a bang, startling Justin and making him jump.
"Nervous?" Brian teased.
"No," Justin snorted. "Why would I be nervous?" he asked as he turned to face Brian.
Holding out his hand, he looked at Justin.
Confused, Justin looked at him. "Well what?"
"My shirt." Brian demanded.
"Oh. That. It’s right here." Smiling up at Brian, his tongue darted out, wetting his lower lip. He slipped out of his jacket and started to unbutton his shirt, revealing Brian’s tee underneath.
Brian’s body betrayed his better judgment as it started to respond to Justin’s little strip tease. He crossed his arms in steely resolve.
Justin seductively discarded his shirt and reached for the tee, twisting the fabric playfully in his fingers.
‘Little shit,’ Brian thought. ‘It’s time he learned who he was fucking with.’ Grabbing Justin by his wrists, he forced him to let go of the shirt. "Not so fast."
Taking a step back, he released Justin’s hands.
"Take off your clothes."
"Huh?" Justin replied his eyes wide as he looked at Brian.
"Take. Off. Your. Clothes"
"Okay," Justin said as a smile spread across his face. Toeing off his shoes, he undid his pants and pushed them, along with his underwear, down to his feet. Stepping out of his pants he pulled the borrowed shirt over his head, and with a deliberate motion, he dropped it on the floor. Naked, hard and slightly flushed, he stood before Brian.
"Get on the bed."
Without a word, he turned and walked up the steps. Brian snatched the shirt off the floor and followed, his eyes never leaving Justin’s ass. His cock pressed tightly against his jeans as it began to swell.
Justin crawled onto the bed, his actions slow and deliberate. Rolling over on his back, his gaze came to rest on Brian who stood fully clothed at the foot of the bed. His breathing turned shallow as his hand slid down his side and then strayed over to his erect cock.
"Don’t," said Brian, his voice hard. "I didn’t say you could touch yourself."
Justin let out a slight moan as he shifted on the bed. The head of his cock glistened as a drop of pre-cum appeared.
"Brian," he breathed out, "I…"
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"This shirt. I bet you wore it under your little schoolboy uniform. Did it turn you on? Did it make you hard?" Brian asked, his voice low as he paced back and forth at the end of the bed, his hands slowly twisting the shirt.
"Yeah," Justin sighed, "I was so fucking hard." His hand began to move towards his cock again as his thoughts drifted back to the bathroom stall at school. "I had to ja…"
"Enough," Brian barked.
"O…okay," Justin whispered, his eyes turning wary. He’d come here expecting to be fucked but now he wasn’t sure what was happening.
Brian put his right knee on the bed. It dipped slightly as he bent forward and slapped Justin’s wandering hand away.
"Touch yourself again and I send you home. Understood?"
Not trusting himself to speak, Justin nodded his head, his eyes focused on Brian.
Climbing onto the bed, Brian settled himself on top of Justin’s thighs, making sure not to touch Justin’s cock.
"So you think I look hot when I wear this?" Brian asked as he lightly brushed Justin’s stomach with the shirt.
"Uh huh," Justin whispered.
"Put your hands out." Brian commanded. With a whimper, Justin did as he was told. Taking the tee shirt, Brian twisted it into a coil before slowly wrapping it around Justin’s wrists, binding them loosely. Justin’s breathing quickened as his eyes took in the sight of his wrists now encased in the white material. Using his left hand, Brian gripped the shirt in his fingers and slowly leaning forward, he pushed Justin’s arms above his head and held them firmly to the pillow. He could feel Justin squirming underneath him, small sounds escaping his lips.
"How does that feel?" he whispered in Justin’s ear, the words hot on his skin.
"As good as this," he teased, as he turned his head to the side, flicking Brian’s earlobe with his tongue and nipping at it with his teeth.
Heat flared through Brian’s body and his cock throbbed in response. Jerking his head back, he looked at Justin. Fearing that he’d gone too far, Justin opened his mouth to speak, only to have Brian’s mouth crash down on his, his tongue ravaging Justin’s mouth and stealing his breath.
Breaking off the kiss, Brian sat up again, his eyes darkening as he took in the sight of Justin’s pale body held against the dark sheets on his bed. "You look so fucking hot." He bent forward and licked the sweat off Justin’s collarbone, then sucked the skin into his mouth and bit down tauntingly. He could feel Justin’s cock as it pressed against his stomach.
Justin felt hot, sweat pooling where his body touched Brian’s, the sheets sticking to the skin on his back and legs. He could feel Brian’s weight pressing down on him, making it hard for him to breath. Tensing his arms, he tried to pull his hands free of the shirt that was binding his wrists.
Brian tightened his grip on the shirt and held Justin’s hands firmly on the bed. Justin began to struggle against him, trying to pull his wrists out of Brian’s grasp
Brian waited until Justin’s gaze met his. He was breathing heavily, his body flushed and covered in sweat. Brian could feel Justin’s heart beating wildly in his chest.
"Relax," he murmured. "Relax and enjoy this."
Brian leaned in and kissed Justin again as his hand slowly stroked Justin’s side, then trailed up his chest, his fingernail lightly scraping the nipple.
"God… Brian…," Justin gasped as he arched his body up, rubbing his cock against Brian’s stomach.
He continued to grind against Brian, groaning with pleasure as Brian slid his knees down a little bit farther on the bed, increasing the pressure on Justin’s dick. Justin’s arms tensed again, only this time instead of fighting against Brian he wrapped his hands round around Brian’s wrist, using it as leverage. Digging his heels into the bed, he pushed up hard against Brian and began rolling his hips. Brian felt Justin’s intense need. Shit, his body was vibrating with it.
Lowering his head, he began to kiss and suck on Justin’s neck and ear, his tongue playing on the pale skin. When he pinched Justin’s nipple he felt him shudder beneath him.
Panting heavily, Justin continued to rut against Brian. His scent was overwhelming. The cigarettes and whiskey on his breath, the smell of expensive shampoo and body lotions mingling with sweat from the exertion of keeping Justin pinned to the bed. It possessed him as he pushed up harder against Brian, feeling his balls begin to tighten as he surrendered to the heat that was coursing through his body.
It took more willpower than Brian would care to admit as he fought to stop himself from coming in his jeans as he felt Justin stiffen under him, his hips stuttering as he came, hot spurts of come filling up the space between their bodies.
When Justin went limp under him, Brian raised himself off and got out of his jeans as quickly as he could. Grabbing a condom and lube, he pushed at Justin’s hip.
"Roll over" he ground out.
"Goddamnit," he swore as he struggled to get the condom open and rolled onto his dick. His hands were shaking in his hurry to get into Justin’s ass. ‘What the fuck?’ he thought, as he shook his head, clearing the sweat out of his eyes and taking a breath to steady himself.
Smearing the lube on his dick, he positioned himself behind Justin, nudging his legs open with his own. Grasping his hips, he sank himself into Justin, groaning as his cock was enveloped in heat.
Instinct took over, his thrusts gaining momentum of their own as Justin began to rock back against him, matching Brian’s rhythm.
It wasn’t long before Justin’s second orgasm shuddered through him, catching Brian by surprise, bringing his own orgasm crashing down on him. Pulling out, he slumped onto the bed.
As Justin lay on his stomach catching his breath, Brian rolled over and grabbed a cigarette from the nightstand.
Turning on his side, Justin watched Brian smoke. "Why?" he asked.
"Why Fruit of the Looms? Why not some expensive brand? I mean, everything else you wear costs a fortune. I just don’t get the tee shirts."
Frowning, Brian looked at him. "You’re not supposed to get it. It’s a fucking shirt. Christ."
Feeling chastised, Justin turned on his back and stared at the shadows cast on the ceiling from the lights over the bed.
Brian lay there and continued to smoke. After several minutes, he quietly said "Deb."
Realizing that Brian was talking to him Justin turned his head to look at him.
"Deb," Brian said, clearing his throat, "She buys them for me."
A small smile played on Justin’s lips. He lay there waiting for Brian to continue. When he didn’t Justin told him "That’s nice. Her buying you shirts, I mean."
"Nice," Brian snorted. "Yeah, I guess you could call it that."
Other than Debbie, Vic and Michael, no one knew about the shirts and he’d be damned if he would ever tell anyone else. It was none of their fucking business.
"Go to sleep" Brian said brusquely as he reached over to stub out his cigarette. Settling in with his back to Justin, he missed the smile that had crossed Justin’s face.
‘One down.’ Justin thought. One more thing he’d learned about Brian.
He knew there was more to the story behind the shirts. He also knew that pushing Brian right now would mean no bed for the night and Brian’s guard would go up again. Justin didn’t want that. There was so much more he wanted to know when it came to Brian.
Rolling onto his side, he softly ran his hand down Brian’s back, feeling the steady breathing under his fingertips as Brian drifted off to sleep.