Gift # 10d of 36 To: bidyke73 From: predec2 Title: "I Could Have Shagged All Night"
Chapter Eight: Getting Ready
Debbie's House – 7:20 p.m.
Debbie's last bite of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream was promptly forgotten on her spoon as she heard footsteps and twisted around to observe her youngest dance instructor – and tenant – slowly walking down the shag-carpeted steps to stand at the bottom of the landing, looking like a million bucks. "Holy shit, Sunshine!" she exclaimed, her mouth agape. She had always thought of Justin as adorable with a smile that rivaled a supernova, but tonight, dressed in a pair of gray dress slacks, polished, black loafers, and a cherry-red, V-necked sweater with a dark gray cotton shirt, the young man was casually elegant and simply stunning.
Until now, Debbie hadn't even known Justin owned any dressier clothes; his normal preference around the house and the studio was typically a pair of well-loved jeans, a long-sleeved, cotton tee shirt, and a pair of sneakers. As he stood there, however, his cheeks tinged with slight embarrassment over all the attention he was receiving, she thought he had never looked more handsome. "You look amazing, Justin!" She plunked the spoon back down in the carton and, placing it on the glass-topped coffee table, stood up to smooth Justin's sweater as she smiled at him tenderly. "What's the occasion? Somebody didn't die, did they?" she asked in sudden concern. "Oh, Honey, I'm so sorry..."
Justin laughed. "No, Deb, nobody died. Although I might feel like doing that by the time this date is over," he grumbled, his stomach in knots.
Debbie's eyes lit up in curiosity. "Date? You're going on a date?"
"Well, I DO go out from time to time," Justin reminded her a little defensively. She made it sound like he never went anywhere. It was just that this particular 'date' promised to be a rather interesting one. Just the thought of Brian showing up any second, for example, made his heart begin to pound anxiously. He had certainly spent enough private time with the man, but that had been business; this would be the first they were truly alone for pleasure.
"I know," she told him with a soft smile. "It's just that you don't normally get this dressed up for one." Her smile broadened as she decided, "This one must be pretty special, then. Is it anyone I've met before? Carlo maybe?" Carlo was a delivery boy for a deli located near the dance studio; he often brought over their orders at lunchtime, and he made no pretense of hiding his interest in Justin. He openly flirted with him each time he showed up to the point of outright ignoring everyone else. It had gotten so bad, in fact, that they all gave JUSTIN their money so he in turn could pay Carlo. So far, though, Justin had been polite and cordial with him, but not overly encouraging.
He shook his head. "No, not Carlo." He paused for a moment, averting his eyes. "It's with someone else."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense, Sunshine! Tell me who it is that's caused you to get so gussied up? Where did you meet? What's his name? What does he do for a living?" The words rushed out in a torrent as Justin tried furiously to come up with an acceptable answer.
"Uh, he's in marketing," he answered softly as he twisted the gold band of his watch; it had been a gift from Debbie after winning his first competition about a year ago, and he felt guilty that he wasn't being upfront with her. He just didn't know how she would react to who his date was.
"He owns a grocery store?"
Justin had to smile at that; if Brian knew Debbie thought 'his date' worked at a supermarket, he would no doubt be highly insulted. "No, not that kind of marketing." He sighed; there was no point in being deceptive; he just didn't have it in him to do it anyway, and maybe he could use some feedback. "Actually, it's more like advertising." He gazed into her kindly-looking, curious eyes as he finally revealed softly, "I'm having dinner with Brian."
He winced as she promptly shrieked in his ear. "Brian Kinney? You're going on a date with HIM?!"
Justin nodded reluctantly in confirmation as Debbie beamed back at him like he had won the Nobel Prize. "Well, well, well, how did THAT happen, Sunshine?" It seems her initial impression had been correct about the two of them. Her little dancer had apparently roped him a big one.
Justin glanced over at her awkwardly, not sure if it was a good idea to tell Debbie any more or not. To say that she could sometimes get a little worked up about things was a major understatement. "It's not that big a deal," he mumbled. "We just decided that it might be nice to get to know each other better outside the dance studio, that's all."
"Uh, huh," Debbie murmured skeptically as Justin blushed over her scrutiny. To his consternation, she wasn't willing to just let his statement go at face value. "So who did the asking? Did YOU ask him out or did he?"
"Debbie," Justin responded, flustered.
"Oh, come on, Justin! You can't just leave it at that! Brian Kinney doesn't seem like the dating type. How did you get him to do it?"
Justin was trying hard not to get offended or irritated, but as much as Debbie tried to help him out, some things were simply none of her business. She was almost making it sound like he had to bribe the guy or something in order to get him to go out to dinner with him. Perhaps in a way, it did involve either a bribe – or blackmail – in order for Brian to agree to do it, and he knew what the other man's ulterior motive was. He fully intended on sticking to his convictions, however, about not letting Brian Kinney turn him into his latest, one-time conquest. "Debbie, please, just drop it, okay? It's just dinner, that's all. Please don't make it out to be any bigger than it is."
Debbie opened her mouth to reply but noted the pleading look on Justin's face and wisely chose to not question him any further. The sound of a car door slamming just then shifted their attention as both of them hurried toward the entrance, their hands clasping the doorknob at the same time as they peered through the sheer, lacy curtain of the half-glass door together to see Brian coming up the walk.
"Debbie..." Justin softly entreated as she thankfully nodded sheepishly and raised her hand in capitulation before stepping back a few feet to allow Justin to answer it. She was in a perfect position to see Brian's expression when he first laid eyes on his date for the night, though, as Justin opened the door and there was no hiding the appreciation she saw there. She watched as his eyes flickered to Justin's face, and then slowly down the rest of his body until he had gotten to his shoes and then repeated the languorous journey back up to his face again as Justin blushed.
"Hey," Brian greeted his date softly, a wisp of a smile on his face. He found that he was rendered practically speechless at the moment; he was used to see Justin under the glare of the recessed lighting of the dance studio where he was normally all business. Here, however, in the soft illumination of the home's interior, his golden hair and pale skin practically glowed under the attention, offsetting the dark red of the sweater perfectly. He fucking took his breath away, and it was a feeling Brian Kinney was not accustomed to experiencing. He cleared his throat nervously. "You ready to go?"
"Not before I take a picture...." Debbie suddenly sing-songed from her place nearby as Justin groaned. Brian peered over at their 'third wheel' in surprise; he hadn't even noticed her standing there since his attention had instantly been captivated by someone else. "What are YOU doing here?" he questioned.
Debbie huffed. "I live here, Disco Duck," she retorted as Justin giggled at the moniker. "Sunshine here is one of my tenants. I help him, he helps me. Now, both of you! Stand still until I can get my camera. Where the fuck did I put it?" she muttered absentmindedly as she wondered off toward the living room in search of its last-known hiding place, temporarily leaving the two alone for the first time since Brian had arrived.
"Now's our chance," Brian urged in a conspiratorial whisper as he reached out to grab Justin by the sleeve to escape.
Justin sighed. "No, I can't do that," he told him as he resisted. "She's been too nice to me, Brian. Just humor her for a few seconds, okay, and then we can leave." Secretly he was thrilled about the idea of a photo with Brian; ever since he had met him he had been dying to sketch him and this would give him a good basis upon which to start.
Brian rolled his eyes in barely-restrained patience as Debbie rushed back over with her camera hanging around her neck with a rainbow-colored lanyard. "Found it!" she cried out in triumph as she motioned with her free hand for them to move closer together. "He won't bite, Honey," she advised Justin with a grin as the two men's hips touched. "At least not with ME around," she added in a stage whisper, making Justin's face turn red in embarrassment again.
Brian felt a thrill of electricity erupt through his body as their hips touched and he instinctively curled his hand around Justin's shoulder to tug him against his waist. Just before Debbie snapped the shutter, he impetuously leaned down to nuzzle Justin's neck just as the flash went off right in time to capture the moment.
"That's a good one!" she cried out as she took a quick preview look at the finished product, not noticing that Justin's face had turned an ever darker shade of red. "Have a good time, boys!" she called out as they hurriedly turned to leave.
Now that they were actually departing, however, just the thought of being alone with Brian and having to converse with him one-on-one in such a private setting in his car filled Justin with trepidation. Would he come off as intelligent and well-spoken? Or would he make a total ass of himself instead? There was only one way to find out.
"Bye, Deb," he called out to her as he reached for the doorknob, observing his hand shaking slightly. "You don't need to wait up."
Debbie smirked over at her tenant and then winked. "Wouldn't think of it, Sunshine," she told him before her face sobered and she glared over at Brian. "And as for you! You take good care of him. And don't keep him out TOO late; you both have practice again tomorrow afternoon and he needs to be at the studio early for another lesson. I'm violating my non-fraternization rule as it is."
Justin cringed inside at her instructions, suddenly feeling like a little kid being allowed out on a school night.
"Yes, Ma'am," Brian told her dutifully to Justin's surprise, his lips curling under. "Ready?" he asked Justin who nodded, more than happy to leave. He felt Brian's arm lightly clasped around his waist as the two of them turned and headed back down the sidewalk toward the car.
Debbie pulled the gauzy curtain back to observe the two of them casually walking side by side toward Brian's car. "You go, Sunshine," she murmured affectionately before she turned to go round up her ice cream carton and spoon.
Chapter Nine: First Date
Five Minutes Later
"So have you ever been to this place before?" Justin asked as he peered over at Brian in the car, trying to make polite conversation. He kept his hands clasped tightly together in his lap for fear Brian would know how nervous he felt. His thought his companion was even more devastatingly handsome tonight in form-fitting, skinny black jeans and a dark gray, cashmere sweater.
Brian shook his head; the restaurant, located a few blocks away in the gay district, was fairly new. "I've heard of it before, but I've never been there." A soft smile appeared on his lips as he glanced over at Justin and their eyes met. "Gus is always trying to drag me out to this other Italian restaurant – he loves their spaghetti and meatballs – but they have way too many carbs for my taste. Normally, I'm able to persuade him to go eat somewhere else where they have some healthier food as long as he can still find something fattening for himself."
Justin frowned, feeling a lump forming in his stomach. Who was Gus? A boyfriend? He had never even thought to wonder about that; if Brian didn't 'do' dates, he just naturally assumed that he didn't do boyfriends, either. Was he wrong about that, though? "Who's Gus?" he couldn't help inquiring after a few seconds, unable to stand it any longer.
His heart dropped as Brian's smile got even wider; was it true, then? Was he merely playing with him when he had a boyfriend all along? He was shocked, however, when Brian explained, "He's my son."
"Your...Your son?"
Brian nodded. "It's a long story," he began. "He spends most of his time with his two moms. Lindsay, the biological mother, is an old college friend of mine and asked if I would make the necessary donation to get her pregnant. She was inseminated, trust me," he explained as Justin studied him silently. "I don't swing both ways." That wasn't exactly true, he supposed; he and Lindsay DID do a little 'experimenting' back in their college days. But it had just been long enough for him to realize he had no interest whatsoever in pussy, so he didn't feel a need to elaborate.
Justin nodded, enormously relieved. "How old is he?"
Brian smiled. "He's three; and a ball of energy, too. Never stops from the time he gets up until he goes to bed; at least that's how he is when he's with me."
Justin stared over at his companion in amazement; when Brian spoke about his son, it was almost like he was a different person. "You spend a lot of time with him?"
"Not as much as I'd like to," Brian found himself revealing, surprised he would even tell Justin that. There was just something about him, though, that made him feel comfortable admitting things he would normally never confess. "But I take him for weekends quite a bit, and see him on his birthdays and go to his preschool plays. He's quite a little ham," Brian said with a grin as Justin smiled back at him. "Little fucker's good at getting whatever he wants, too, at least from his old man." He craned his neck to stare at a sign several hundred feet away. "Is that it?"
Justin followed Brian's gaze. "Looks like it," he confirmed as Brian nodded.
A couple minutes later, they had pulled into the restaurant's rather small parking lot and were poised to enter. Even though the building was only medium-sized, the number of cars in the lot indicated it was quite popular.
Holding the door open for Justin, Brian followed along directly behind him, noticing immediately the rather dim interior of the restaurant. As they walked up to the wooden hostess dais, they were able to discern the reason why: the interior was sprinkled with booths along the far walls and round tables in the center with each one nursing a lone candle stuck inside a squat, empty, webbed, wine bottle. The melted wax that ran down the sides of each makeshift candleholder was testimonial to them having been there for some time. Each empty table was set with a crisp, white, linen tablecloth, and red-and-white checkered napkins gathered through a polished, wooden napkin ring that sat on top. Crystal wine goblets and a lone, red rose in a bud vase situated in the middle of each table, along with a glass container of parmesan cheese, completed the setting. The entire room was traditional looking and blatantly romantic much to Brian's chagrin. He looked over at Justin just then, though, and noticed how enchanted he looked by the entire ambience, and he knew then there was no way he could back out now, even if he wanted to.
"Gentlemen?" the hostess politely urged them as she scooped up two menus and led them over to a corner booth; it was probably the most privately-situated seating in the entire room, and Brian wondered how he had gotten so lucky. He forced himself not to sit on the same side of the booth as his dining companion, however, although the thought was particularly appealing to him. For some unfathomable reason, though, rather than acting his normal, aggressive self, for once he actually wanted to take things more slowly. He did not want to scare Justin off just as he was starting to get to know him better.
Sliding across from his companion, then, he eyed him surreptitiously from the top of his menu as he asked seductively, "See anything you like, Justin?"
Justin swallowed as he pretended to study the menu intently; he thought he had heard an unspoken invitation in that question as he nodded. "Yeah, lots of things. I love chicken parmesan, but it says their specialty here is spaghetti with homemade meatballs. I think I'll get that instead."
Brian nodded as he kept his eyes trained on his own menu. "Hmm....You and my son have something in common besides me; I really like meaty balls, too," he commented huskily. "But I think I'll get the Caesar salad and the breadsticks instead." He smiled as he heard Justin snort from the other side of the booth. "Something wrong...Sunshine?" he asked with one brow raised innocently, using Debbie's nickname for him.
"No," Justin responded in kind. "I'm fine." He bit back a gasp, however, as he felt Brian's socked foot slowly sliding up his trouser leg; he quickly pulled his leg away from his pursuer's as he glared over at him. "Brian, what did I tell you?" he asked stiffly. "This is supposed to be a date, not a seduction."
Brian grinned over at him maddeningly. "Why can't it be both?" he wondered.
Justin sighed. "Brian, please..."
Brian reluctantly slid his foot back into his loafer. He placed his menu down on the table and held his hands up. "Okay...See? No touching."
Justin couldn't help guffawing softly at the innocent look on Brian's face. "It wasn't your hands that were touching me," he pointed out as Brian grinned back at him. He shook his head in exasperation as their server walked up to take their orders; Justin was secretly relieved that it was a woman rather than a man. He thought he saw Brian smiling over at him smugly, almost as if the man knew exactly what he was thinking, before he gave the waitress his order and Brian did the same.
They chatted amiably for several minutes, the wine Brian had ordered serving to put them both at ease as they discussed a little bit of everything – the recent weather, the upcoming city council race, the local sports teams, the best cultural attractions, and good places to take an inquisitive, energetic three-year-old. Brian found himself captivated by Justin's wit, intelligence, and knowledge of current events; for someone so young, Brian felt like he could hold his own in any conversation. The time seemed to fly by as they were soon presented with their meals and their talking ceased while they sampled their dinners.
"Good?" Brian asked from across the table, entranced with how Justin was slowly slurping a piece of spaghetti into his mouth; his eyes darkened as he watched the tip of Justin's tongue snake out to swipe a small glop of marinara sauce off the corner of his mouth before he took his napkin and dabbed at the same spot. What he wouldn't have given to be the one taking care of that little problem!
Justin nodded. "Yeah, it's great!" he replied, not aware of how his self-cleaning practice had affected the other man. "How's yours?" he asked politely.
"It's fine, but apparently not nearly as intriguing as yours," Brian replied as Justin frowned slightly in confusion. Did this man not know what he was doing? Was it possible he didn't realize how damn sexy he was when he looked at him like that? And that smile; God, that smile made his heart stop with its intensity.
Justin held his fork out toward him, part of a meatball stabbed in its tines. "You want a bite?" he asked, his voice low and sensual.
Brian had to draw his hands into fists and dig his fingernails into the fleshy part of his palms to prevent a moan from escaping his lips. "No," he gritted out tersely as he picked his fork back up and stabbed a homemade, carb-laden crouton with overzealous gusto and plopped it into his mouth.
Justin nodded as he plopped the meatball into his mouth and slowly slid the fork back out between his lips before picking up his wine glass and taking a sip, eyeing Brian coquettishly from the top of the rim with a smile as Brian reached up to tug at the rounded collar of his sweater as if it were too tight. Two can play this game, Mr. Kinney, he had decided. He still wasn't ready to go to bed with the man – at least not yet, although fantasies of such an event were constantly running through his head now – but his ability to affect this confident, gorgeous, and powerful man with a mere gesture gave him a heady thrill.
Brian watched as Justin picked up a freshly-baked breadstick and opened his mouth into an "O" shape to plant his lips around it, emitting a blissful sort of 'hmm' noise as he ate a bite that suddenly made Brian's pants feel way too constrictive. Little cock tease, he couldn't help thinking as he glared over at him, receiving an innocent-looking smile in return. You're not fooling me, Mr. Taylor; you know exactly what you're doing to me, don't you? He inhaled a deep breath and let it out as he squirmed in his seat. It was going to be a long evening and a major test of his willpower.
Their plates collected several minutes later, Brian surprised Justin by ordering a slice of tiramisu for him without being prompted, eliciting a delighted smile from him. As they were waiting for it and Brian's coffee to arrive, the strains of a violin began to filter through the room as the romantic ballad 'Fascination' began to be played.
The gray-haired, tuxedoed, strolling violinist walked over to their table as Brian rolled his eyes at the outrageously romantic choice and Justin grinned back at him from across the table. Justin's face transformed into a look of astonishment, however, as Brian slid out from his seat and walked over to his side of the booth to hold his hand out toward him in invitation.
Justin stared wide-eyed at him for a few seconds before, with a shy-looking smile, he slid to the end of the vinyl seat and reached for Brian's hand. The moment their hands touched, he sucked in a breath in response as Brian pulled him toward his body and his hand went around the nape of his neck, Brian's other hand coming to rest at his waist.
"I need some more practice," he replied softly as they stood staring at each other; the clinking of silverware and the murmuring of voices faded into the background, overtaken by only each other as the soft melody continued to play and Justin finally nodded. Brian pulled him close to his body as they began to sway together. It was nothing like their dancing at the studio – there was far too little room for showing off even if they wanted to – but it didn't matter; all that mattered was the two of them, right now, right here as all pretenses of jocularity and witty repartee quickly faded into the background.
"You dance divinely, Mr. Taylor," Brian murmured as he gave Justin a slight smile; one that pierced straight into Justin's heart as he smiled back at him over the sappy comment. "Did anyone ever tell you that you should give lessons?" he teased.
"You're not so bad yourself," Justin softly replied as they continued to sway back and forth in time to the music.
The other couples nearby couldn't help stopping to stare openly at the handsome couple, some envious, but all easily aware of the obvious look of love in their eyes as they continued to dance, oblivious to everyone else.
Brian nodded in acknowledgment at the strolling violinist as the music slowly faded away; he slipped him a twenty as he stopped playing. Only the applause of everyone nearby jolted Justin from his almost dreamy state as Brian whispered, "I think the music's over, Sunshine."
Justin smiled at him sheepishly as they reluctantly broke apart, just in time for their coffee and dessert to be served.
Chapter Ten: Kiss Me Goodnight
An Hour Later – Debbie's House
The two men were uncharacteristically quiet on the way home, a sense of both sadness as well as anticipation filling the car's interior. Sadness over having to soon end what had turned out to be a wonderful evening, but also anticipation about what every dating couple always fretted over – how they would part.
Justin shyly glanced over at Brian's profile, his strong chin softly illuminated by the glow of the car's interior; it was a moonless night, emphasizing the millions of stars above as well as the more manmade lights as they passed numerous streetlamps, neon signs, and interior lights from the myriad of apartments that lined the side streets.
Brian slowly pulled up to the curb opposite Debbie's house and turned off the motor. Justin could hear his soft breathing next to him as they turned to each other. "Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, then," Brian stated, his heart betraying his attempt at appearing nonchalant as Justin's luminous blue eyes lifted to peer into his face.
Justin nodded as he went back into training mode. "4:00. And don't be late; we have a lot of practicing to do yet before next week." He couldn't believe that three weeks had passed already; soon they would be at the benefit, showcasing all of their hard work. He knew Brian had improved greatly since they had started; just how much only time – and their opponents – would tell.
Brian smirked. "Are you always this much of a perfectionist, Sunshine? In everything you do?" he prodded, leaving no error as to what he was talking about.
Justin nodded. "When it means a lot to me I am."
Brian grinned over at him. "I can't wait to find out for myself." He stared into Justin's eyes a little longer before he advised, "Don't worry; I'll be there," as Justin licked his lips nervously and nodded again. He watched as Justin unlatched his seatbelt, a distinctive yearning blossoming in his belly to keep his companion from leaving as Justin turned to grasp the car handle to open it. "Justin..."
The blond twisted around to peer over at him. "Yes?" he asked softly, his own heart thumping in his chest.
"I just want you to know...I had a good time tonight. No, actually, I had a great time tonight."
Justin bit his lip and gazed into Brian's eyes in an attempt to detect any duplicity, but to his astonishment he saw none. "You did?"
Brian nodded, one side of his mouth quirking up in realization. "Yeah. Fucking hard to believe, I know. But yeah...I did." In fact, Brian couldn't remember the last time he had enjoyed another man's company so much without fucking them at some point. Of course, eventually that would have to be rectified, because his evening with his beautiful teacher had only intensified his yearning to do just that. But he found to his surprise that he hadn't missed it quite as much as he thought he would.
Justin then smiled at him in pleasure, a blinding smile in the confines of the car that seemed to light up the entire interior as the two leaned closer to each other, their lips so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces. "Justin," Brian murmured in a whisper as he reached to grasp him by the neck to pull him even closer and their eyes fluttered closed – just before a car's headlights harshly illuminated them from behind and a horn honked cacophonously, startling them out of their solitude.
"You're blocking my driveway, you asshole! Move the damn car!" a booming man's voice called out.
Brian hissed at the intrusion. "Fuck!" he growled, the moment broken as he angrily turned the key in the ignition and moved the vehicle several feet ahead. He watched in the rearview mirror as the man turned his car into the driveway and used a remote to open his two-car garage, pulling the car in and closing the door behind him, leaving him and Justin thankfully alone again in the quiet, still night. He turned back around with the intention of resuming where they had left off, only to see Justin opening the door and getting out. He watched in dismay as the blond leaned into the car and told him regretfully, "It's getting late and we both have to be up early tomorrow. I'd better go. Thanks again, Brian," he said softly as he started to close the door. "Good Night."
Oh, no, you don't, Brian insisted to himself as Justin walked around the back of the car to head toward Debbie's house. He had no sooner appeared on the other side of the car than Brian was already out of the car and standing next to him.
"Brian..."
"I'll walk you to the door," he volunteered, thinking how juvenile that sounded but knowing he just couldn't say goodbye yet. He HAD to taste those lips before he went stark, raving mad; it was all he could think about all night; well, that and getting Justin into bed, but he already knew that wasn't going to happen tonight. To his relief, Justin didn't laugh in his face; on the contrary, he accepted his statement without ridicule.
"That'd be nice," he told Brian, feeling like the other man surely could hear his heart thumping against his chest now. And when Brian held out his hand and he grasped it in return, he thought he would explode right then and there just from the feeling. How could one man's touch cause this sort of incredible reaction? Was it simply pheromones at work? Just straight out, physical attraction and lust? An emotion that would be quenched and then promptly abated once they had sex? No, he wouldn't believe that. If that was all that Brian was looking for, he would have never agreed to go out with him on a date, nor would he have told him what a great time he had had – would he?
Brian continued to hold Justin's hand as they walked across the street and headed up the sidewalk toward Debbie's front door, finding that he felt like some teenager coming home from a school dance, instead of the self-assured man he normally was. He finally let it go as they reached the door and they stood to face each other, the only light coming from a lone table lamp glowing softly from beside the couch inside.
"Well..." Justin stammered. Very glib, Taylor..."Thanks again."
Brian cleared his throat. "You're welcome. I guess I'll see you tomorrow afternoon, then..."
"Yeah...You'd better!" Justin warned him with a smile as Brian nodded.
They stood there for a few seconds in awkward silence before Brian shook his head in amazement. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
Nothing, Justin thought silently as he gazed over at his handsome companion standing a few feet away. Not one thing...If perfection had a middle name, it would be you... "What?" he asked softly, his heart continuing to pound in anticipation.
"I...I've never had this problem with another guy!" he snorted. "But with you, suddenly all the rules have changed..."
"I don’t understand," Justin whispered, shuddering a little now as he caught a chill in the rapidly cooling night. He knew he would be warmer if he went inside, but he had no intention of doing that just yet.
As if reading his mind, Brian stepped forward and placed his hands on either side of Justin's face as Justin eyes slowly lifted to meet his; he could feel the heat against his skin as Brian's fingers slowly caressed him. "I can't believe this," Brian murmured, feeling like he was almost drowning in those luminescent, blue eyes that bored into his. His gaze slowly lowered to take in the plump, pink lips before he pulled Justin's face toward his and their lips finally met for the first time.
As he pressed his lips more firmly against Justin's mouth and he felt Justin's hands sliding around his back to pull them closer, Brian briefly thought it was just like he had imagined their first kiss would be – sensual, exploratory, probing, soft, warm; and it was. Only as they continued to kiss, he quickly decided it was much more than that – it was more like the adrenaline rush you receive when you travel up that long, highest hill on the steepest roller coaster at the amusement park and then you experience that amazing rush when you plunge back down. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of Justin's jaw as he strove to deepen their kiss, insistently pressing his tongue against Justin's lips in a demand for entrance; he felt an initial resistance before the lips finally parted enough to allow his tongue to slip inside and a soft groan escaped from one of them.
Another sound, a sigh, erupted from Justin as if a dam had broken and his hands began to boldly explore as they roamed across the sinewy muscles of Brian's back; he had to hold onto something, anything, for support out of fear his legs would collapse underneath him while Brian continued to kiss him passionately. He had shared enough kisses in the past with other men, but nothing like this; he felt dizzy and exhilarated, almost like he was about to fall off a cliff. He felt Brian's hands leave his face and travel down his shoulders and then around to the small of his back as he pressed their bodies even closer and his cock began to harden in response. He knew that if they didn't end this soon, his conviction to avoid one-night stands would promptly fly out the window. Just then he felt Brian's hands molding themselves possessively around the curves of his ass and his eyes flung open in surprise, his pulse racing faster than a thoroughbred's.
Brian felt the moment that Justin stiffened in his arms, and he knew he had gone too far. His theory was confirmed when Justin broke off their kiss, both of them panting softly as he pulled back just enough to look Brian in the eyes. Fuck, he couldn't help thinking as he gazed at Justin's flushed face, swollen, kiss-ravaged lips, and the darkened pupils. He is so damn beautiful...
"Justin..." He began; he wasn't even sure what he wanted to say. That kiss – and holding Justin in his arms so intimately – had rendered him almost mute. He had thought before that dancing with him had been phenomenal; he quickly found out that he had been completely wrong. This brought it up to a whole, new level.
"Brian," Justin breathlessly replied, his chest rhythmically heaving softly up and down. "It's getting late," he began again, hating like hell to say goodbye but knowing he had to. "I really have to go."
Brian brushed some hair back from his forehead with his hand in frustration as he reluctantly nodded. "Yeah...Okay. Me, too, I guess." He did have an important meeting early in the morning with one of his major advertising accounts, so he knew it was crucial that he be on top of his game when he met with him. But fuck, he did not want to leave just yet.
Justin nodded as he turned to go, but Brian grabbed his arm. "Justin?"
He sighed; could Brian make this any harder on him? "Yeah?"
"I know another way to get my rocks off."
Justin frowned. "Huh?"
Brian grinned. "Ever been rock climbing?"
Justin stared at him in disbelief before he had to laugh softly at the unexpected question. "Noooo," he dragged out.
"Would you like to?"
"Brian, we have the weirdest conversations! What the hell are you talking about now?"
Brian shuffled a little nervously on his feet. "I just thought it might be an interesting thing to do the next time, that's all."
"The next time?" Justin repeated quietly, his heart skipping a beat. "Are you saying you want to go out on a second d...?"
Brian promptly placed his fingers across Justin's lips, wishing it were his mouth there instead. "What did I tell you about uttering that word?"
Justin smiled against his fingers as Brian removed them to grin over at him. "I didn't say a word," Justin replied dutifully. "But is that what you're saying?"
Brian stared at him for a few seconds before he finally nodded. "Yeah...That's what I'm saying. Tomorrow night, same time? There's a huge indoor gaming center across town that has one. Gus dragged me over there one day against my will so he could play on the trampoline and I wound up spending some time doing the rock climbing while he worked off some of his excess energy. It gave me quite a work out – if you give it a try, it might even improve your dancing – and maybe keep you limbered up for something else later."
Justin blushed slightly, glad that Brian couldn't see the change in his skin tone in the soft lighting. "I'd like that," he answered softly.
Brian nodded, secretly ecstatic over Justin's response, but not willing to let him know that. "See you for practice tomorrow, then. Later."
Justin smiled. "Later," was the soft rejoinder as Brian finally headed down the steps of the front porch and out toward his car. Justin watched him go, waiting until Brian had pulled away and disappeared down the street before he finally ventured inside and climbed the steps to head to his room. A few minutes later, he was lying on his back in bed, clad in nothing but his briefs and trying desperately to fall asleep, but he knew sleep would be a challenge tonight; his mind was simply in too much of a whirl over his and Brian's date. And yes, it HAD been just that; a true, honest-to-goodness, kiss-you-goodnight-at-the-door date. He smiled as he touched his fingers to his mouth, remembering their kiss. God, what a kiss! Closing his eyes and anticipating seeing Brian again tomorrow, he finally fell asleep.