Sometimes he goes two weeks without fucking me - when he's trying to prove something. More often then not, he can't go two days.
But I know the fact that I have been accepted into the fold is much more telling than how often his dick is up my ass. I've known him for close to three months and I can tell from the way everyone looks at me, I'm something special.
I attend family dinners, thanks to Debbie and babysit for Gus when Mel and Lindsay need me to. Emmett tells me ridiculous stories over breakfast and Ted... well Ted is just Ted. I'm around all the time and everyone, including Brian, seems perfectly happy about it.
Brian fucks me in the backroom and it's hot and hard and fast. Every eye in the place is on us. It's everything that people think fucking Brian is. My orgasms always prove that. But it doesn't come close to the real Brian. Sometimes I think I'm the only one who sees that. The way he touches my hair or holds my hand. Or laughs. Or smiles.
And then I saw him with his son. Not in the diner or at Debbie's house, but alone one night in the loft. I came in and Brian was lying on the floor with Gus perched on his stomach and they were laughing. The more Brian's stomach bounced the harder Gus laughed until they were both gasping for air.
I had suspected for a long time, but I knew then, for sure, that Brian isn't what he seems.
They looked up at me and Gus clapped his hands and Brian just laughed a little harder.
Brian was with me the first time I fucked someone.
He knew I wanted to, fuck, sometimes I think maybe he knows all of my sexual desires before I do.
We were dancing at Babylon and I wasn't thinking about anything but my dick pressed up against his thigh.
"We should find someone for you to fuck."
At first I was a little confused.
"It'll be hot."
And of course it was.
Brian watching me touch another man.
Brian rolling a condom on my dick.
Brian guiding my cock into a tight ass.
Brian whispering into my ear.
Brian sucking on my neck.
It didn't matter whose ass I was in, I came for Brian, just like always.
That was sometime around the middle of the summer. I've fucked other guys since then, with and without Brian, but I knew then that I wanted to fuck Brian.
I don't know how I've found the time to think about it between the hours I work, spending time with Daphne, who got dumped shortly after prom and still hasn't gotten over it, seeing my mom and Molly enough that my mom stays off my case, and Brian.
But I do think about it. I imagine how hot it would be to rim him and then slide into his tight hole. To make him feel even half of what he makes me feel when he's inside me. To have that power over his body.
He's straddling me. Naked
"I want to fuck you."
"And what makes you think I would ever let you do that?"
"Because you didn't say no just now."
I roll us over so I'm lying on top of him.
"You're such a fucking smart ass."
"I did get a 1500 on my SATs."
I can't help but be impressed. I always knew he was smart, but fuck.
"No wonder daddy wanted you to go to Dartmouth."
A slight cloud comes over his face. Just a minute ago he was thinking of getting his dick in my tight hole and now he's thinking about what an asshole his father is.
"At this rate I'll be lucky to be able to afford school five years from now. I'm still short for the fall semester and even if I did manage to pull it off, there is no way I'll be able to afford spring semester. And my asshole father isn't budging. Not to mention the fact that I'll be living with my mother until I'm thirty."
"Throwing a pity party isn't going to convince me to let you fuck me."
"It was worth a try."
"Let me help you pay for school."
"I can't let you do that Brian."
"It just doesn't feel right."
"Fuck what feels right; you need to go to school. Anyway it isn't fucking charity; consider it a loan, which you will pay back."
"Even I can't suck your cock enough to pay for school."
"Fuck that, you suck my cock for free. You can pay me back in cash... or paintings."
Before I know it, I'm a student at PIFA. It's everything I dreamed it would be. I can't believe I get to spend my days and sometimes my nights drawing and painting instead of waiting tables. Of course I still do that with every bit of free time I have, but it is considerably less now that I am in school full time.
I don't really have time to do anything but school, work and homework. And by the end of the first week I am already exhausted.
Michael's been back for a few weeks and he's in the diner a lot. At first I heard he was just visiting and then suddenly he was back to stay. I never really did catch up on all the details of that.
I've gotten a few weird looks from him, but mostly we avoid each other. I do, however, see the way he looks at Brian.
Friday night he and Brian stopped into the diner before heading out for Babylon. I figured that would be the last I would see of them for the night, but Brian was waiting for me when I get off my shift at two am.
Thankfully my mom has gotten used to me not coming home a few nights a week. I can't say she is happy about it, but with me working and dealing with paying for school on my own, I don't think she feels like she can complain much.
I really wasn't expecting Brian but I'm happy to see him. I’m fucking thrilled to see him.
I talk incessantly about school the entire way back to the loft. I talk too much for him sometimes, but I haven't had much of a chance to tell him about it yet. I'm excited to share it with him. And he seems happy listening to me. Relaxed, even.
Even arriving at the loft isn't enough to shut me up.
"Do you think you could stop talking long enough for us to fuck?"
It's hard to be insulted because he says it with a hand on my crotch and his face nuzzled into my neck.
It's only been about a week, but it feels like it has been forever since we were together.
I love his cock inside me. Opening me up. So deep and hard it makes my eyes water. Every part of it is perfect. The stretch and burn. The way he bends me in two. His hands in my hair. His mouth on my skin.
We were up most of the night fucking. The kid is insatiable, but even better, he's up for anything.
And then the fucking alarm goes off at 8:30 on a Saturday morning.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to work."
"I hope you're fucking kidding."
"Jesus Brian, I have to make money."
"What the fuck am I helping pay for school for if you are just going to work yourself to death?"
"That's a little dramatic, even for you."
"You look like shit. When is the last time you slept more than a few hours? And how the hell are you going to keep up with your school work?"
"You are not my fucking father, so lay off. I can manage."
And then he stormed out like a true drama queen.
I don't know why I make such a big deal about helping him. Except, just like Mikey or Lindsay, I can't stand to see him struggle. I just want to smooth the way for him. But he's strong. I haven't known him for long, but I can already tell he can handle it. Whatever it is. He's smarter and more capable than most people twice his age. I like that about him.
But it doesn't make me feel any better about him going it alone. I'd love to tell his asshole father what I think of him for not seeing how talented and full of potential Justin is. But instead I decide to do the next best thing, convince him to take the help I'm offering.
I want to do this on my own. I hate that my father put me in this position. I hate that I have to take money from Brian.
I hate that as my shift at the diner progresses, it becomes clear that Brian is right, something has to give. Probably all night fuck fests for starters.
Brian shows up for a late lunch. I know what he is doing and I'm still pissed at him, so I try not to show how I'm really feeling. Fucking exhausted.
My body aches. I can hardly keep my eyes open. I need sleep. Only, after my shift I really need to work on a project for school.
And Brian, sitting at his table watching me while pretending not to, is not helping.
"That's it, get your cute little ass out of here Sunshine."
"What... Debbie my shift doesn't end for another two and a half hours."
"I know honey, but you haven't gotten an order right in the last hour. You’re fucking dead on your feet. So I'm sending you home, take tomorrow off too. I'll see you on Monday."
"Uttt, not another fucking word about it."
I'm too tired to fight her anyway.
When I get outside, Brian is waiting for me again.
"I have to go sleep."
"Come sleep at my place."
I just stare at him. We don't usually do much sleeping together. At least, not until after we've fucked.
"You're exhausted and you know you'll sleep well at my place. What the fuck is the problem?"
So I crashed.
And when I woke up there was a mouth on my dick. Swear to God I can't think of a better way in the world to wake up.
He takes me deep and slow. Does everything I love, but makes it last. Makes my body shake.
"You slept through the night."
"Don't be. Sorry's bullshit."
And then without letting me fully wake up or even recover from my orgasm, he starts in on me.
"Just let me help you."
"Brian. Fuck. You know why I want to do this myself... at least, as much as I can."
"I do. But I also know that a man needs to know when to take help. And fuck, we've already been over this, you will pay me back."
I love him. Sometimes I don't want to; don't think anything good can come from it. But I do. I fucking love him.
So I show him the way I've been fucking dying to show him. And he lets me.
I'm not gentle. I don't treat him like a virgin, even though I'm sure it's been a long time.
I fuck him like I mean it. And I do. I mean every, single, thrust. I just hope he can feel what it means to me.
It's more than the way his head lifts off the pillow and his back arches when I push into him. More than the almost unbearable tightness surrounding my cock. More than the wetness of his dick in my hand. More than the noises he makes from my dick in his ass.
"Why do you want to do this for me?"
"I'd like to fuck you all night without being woken up at the crack of fucking dawn."
"You know that isn't a good enough reason."
"Because you're good and I can."
How the fuck can I say no to that? Why would I want to?
He thinks I'm finally letting him fuck me so he'll take my money. Correction, more of my money.
I guess I'm an asshole for letting him think that, because really, I've been thinking about letting him fuck me for a while now. Everything about fucking him is good, so I know this will be too. But more importantly, he wants it. He wants it so bad that it makes me want to give it to him.
There's no hiding how good it feels. And when it's over it's clear from the way my chest heaves and the look on his face that this won't be the last time.
I'm completely immersed in the paper I am writing for my art history class when Michael slides into the booth across from me. I hardly know the guy but I've been under the impression for a while now that he would be perfectly happy to keep it that way. I make a point to give him and Brian space and so far that has paid off.
I only have thirty minutes before my shift starts and I should really focus on my work, but I'm also curious to find out what he wants.
"What's going on between you and Brian?"
"Why are you asking me... why don't you ask him?"
"You've been around enough to know the answer to that question."
I have to admit he's right. Brian would never give a serious answer to that question.
"You know him better than I do, what do you think?"
I can tell by the smile on his face it was the right thing to say.
"I don't know. I've never seen him spend time with a trick like he does with you."
"I may not be sure what's going on, but I think it is safe to say I'm more than a trick at this point."
He doesn't like that. But I can also see that he knows I'm right.
"Brian will never be your boyfriend."
"Yeah, that's far too mundane for him."
I laugh and so does he. And for the first time I feel like maybe we could be friends.