Chapter 3 Brian held onto Justin breathing in the young man's sweet smell like it was a necessary part of breathing. Justin molded into Brian's embrace as though the tall man were just a second skin, a part of him. Both men had never felt so complete. "Justin?" Jo Anne asked as she barged through the door. Justin and Brian separated quickly. Her eyes filled with tears so she did not notice their embrace. "Jo Anne" Justin asked alarmed. He gave a quick glance to Brian who met his eyes and a flush crept into his cheeks. "Justin. Oh Mr. Kinney." She said just seeing the frazzled man. "Hello Jo Anne, it's nice to see you, though I would have hoped it would have been under better circumstances." Brian said trying to keep his voice even. She nodded her head and wiped her eyes with a handkerchief Justin noticed had Craig's initials engraved into it. "Justin," She said turning back to her boss' troubled son. "I was coming to see if you had spoken to the Priest about your father's service today." Her voice cracked a bit. Brian watched as Justin collected himself and turned back into the angry young man he had been only minutes before. It broke his heart seeing how easy it was for the boy. "I won't be speaking to the priest. Craig had every thing drawn up in the will Jo Anne. He has assistants and lawyers to take care of all of it. It isn't necessary for me to meet with Father Raphael." Justin turned away from her and looked at Brian; his blue eyes nearly begged the man to get rid of Jo Anne. "But Justin, there is so much to discuss about the service." She said with a sob. "Don't you want to have a part in the burial, he needs to tell you what your duties are and it may not be necessary, but your father would have" "Jo Anne, I am sure Justin appreciates your concern but he has made his decision, if he doesn't wish to meet with the Priest than he doesn't have to." Suddenly Brian was very angry. He didn't appreciate Jo Anne's talk of what Justin's duty was. "Hell, if Justin and I decided not to attend the funeral at all it would be our decision." Brian snapped. Jo Anne stared at Brian. She had never known the man to raise his voice, let alone show such disrespect, and for Craig Taylor too? He had left him everything. Justin could not have been more surprised if his dead father had walked into the office puffing on a Cuban cigar. It took him a few minutes to process what Brian had said. He looked closely at the brunet and saw something he was sure neither Jo Anne, nor many other people had ever seen, the man was shaking; he was loosing it. Justin stepped next to Brian and put his hand into Brian’s larger one. He received a small squeeze of thanks in return. "Jo Anne, I'm sorry if this upsets you, but don’t you think I have been to enough funerals over the years? I have buried my entire family and I don't want to bury some one else. I have seen enough of priests in that boarding school Craig sent me to, and as for my duties, Craig made it very clear, as to what he thinks they should be." He lowered his voice and looked at the sad woman. "I just can't go." Jo Anne stood shocked. The grip of the two men hands did not go unnoticed to her, she had heard Justin yelling just yesterday about his dislike for Brian and now, now they seemed, well, content with one another. She looked at them standing against each other, for support. It hit her then. She had seen the way her boss, her unrequited beloved, had treated both of the boys over the years. She never approved of the way it seemed like Justin was so unwanted yet Craig flaunted Brian, a man who wasn't his son. By the looks of the boys, they did not like it much either. Jo Anne could not help but smile at them Justin looked at Jo Anne confused. He was sure he wouldn't have seen her smile until the appropriate grieving time had been over with, yet she was smiling a big toothy grin. The kind of smile one definitely did not give on the day the man they had loved was being buried. Then he noticed where eyes had settled. It was his and Brian's linking hands. "Jo Anne, are you okay?" He asked. He knew he should drop Brian's hand but it felt too good to. Justin couldn't remember the last time he had been touched so simply, yet so strongly. "Ah, yes, Justin" She cleared her throat. Justin was right in not wanting to attend another funeral, even if it was his own fathers, if you could call Craig that. She wondered how she could have ever been so infatuated with a man that acted the way he had towards his own child. Craig had caused Justin so much pain. "I, I just, I understand if you do not want to attend. And you as well Mr. Kinney." Brian wondered what had prompted the woman to change her mind so quickly, but then he also knew Jo Anne was smart. She had been staring at them with a look, one full of envy and love. "I will not be attending the dinner tonight either Jo Anne." He was still so messed up about Craig Taylor and what the Ad man's motives had been the night he died. He couldn't sit in a church and grieve for a man he wasn't sure he ever really knew, and he certainly couldn't attend a dinner where everyone talked and honored him. He could not go through it. And he didn't want Justin to have to either. "Mr. Kinney, would you like me to make your excuses for you?" Jo Anne said. "What would you say to them Jo Anne?" Justin asked. "You can't tell them that Brian and I have just decided not to attend. I don't care what they think of me but," He looked up at Brian. "But Brian shouldn't suffer because I can't deal." Brian was surprised and humbled by Justin's response. It made him happy to hear that the boy actually cared about what others thought of him. He looked into Justin's eyes and saw a great deal of trust and respect. They had come so far in such little time. "Justin, I don't give two shits what any of them think of me." Brian said "I will simply inform everyone that you and Justin will hold a private family ceremony at a later date and that for now you are grieving together, alone. Does that sound alright with you?" Jo Anne asked. Brian looked at Justin for assurance and when he saw a small smile grace the fragile face he nodded. "That sounds okay. Can you make our apologies?" "Of course Mr. Kinney. Now, I must be going, the service starts in a few hours." Thank you Jo Anne." Justin said sadly. "I just can't." "I understand Justin. Mr. Kinney, I will inform the invited to go on with out you." She smiled again. "Goodbye. If either of you need anything you both have my numbers." She nodded and left the two men. She was confident that Craig's dream of them being a match, whether he had anything to do with it or not, would soon comes true. "Brian, you can go if you want." Justin said once Jo Anne had left. Brian turned the boy to face him and put his hands on his shoulders. "Do you want me to leave Justin?" He asked attentively, staring once again in the eyes he wanted to drown in. "No, I just, I don't want you to miss out, I know you cared about him, I understand if you want to change your mind and go." Justin said scared that Brian would take him up on the offer. "Justin, I don' want to be there. I don't want to think about HIM today. I want to be here for you, with you, if you want me to be." He placed his hands around Justin's small waist. "When I am near you, its like, I don't need to think. For once I feel like I can be myself, just, Brian." Brian couldn't stop his thoughts once they had started. Justin smiled from the words. "I know it's crazy but, but I feel the same way. I feel like you look at me as just, Justin. Not some sissy artist or dutiful son. In your eyes..." Justin didn't get to finish his thought because suddenly Brian's lips were upon his. As soon as the perfect skin had touched Brian's lips, he knew nothing would ever be the same. It was a chaste kiss, one he wasn't sure how it had started in the first place, but by the look on the beautiful pale face before him, it was a good kiss. "Brian?" Justin said feeling tingly and breathless. "I want to get out of here. I want to be myself with you. I want to start over Brian!" Justin exclaimed. Brian laughed at the excited blond. All thoughts of Craig Taylor rightfully gone. "From this day forward, everything starts over, you and I." Brian said hugging the boy to him. For a second Justin was scared. He wanted to run away, but it seemed like if he was running, Brian was going to be with him along the way. "Where do you want to go Brian?" Justin asked holding onto stronger hands in his own. Brian looked at his watch. "It's 8:30 now. In all the time I have stayed in Vegas, I have never gone anywhere but the hotel and here at the office." Justin smirked at him. "Well, as a native how about I show you everything, we can commit the seven deadly sins here tonight!" Justin said wickedly. Brian smiled. "Sounds like a plan. But, what if someone sees us that we know?" Justin smiled. "Fuck em". Between the two of us, we could buy anyone we know and have money to spare!" Justin giggled and took Brian's hand leading him out of the eerie advertising building and into Sunshine of Sin City. 'Please let me forget.' Justin hoped to himself as he held Brian’s hand. 'Even if it's just for one day, let me forget.' He didn't know it but Brian had the same sentence running through his head. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ 12 Hours and Who Knows How many Sins Later "Brian?" Justin asked as he was carried into Brian's suite laughing. "Is getting married a deadly sin?" He asked and kissed the tip of Brian's nose. Brian couldn't help but laugh. "No Justin, I think making YOU my husband has got to be some kind of virtue, it probably makes me a saint." Brian dropped the blond boy onto the king size bed. Justin giggled and the sound went straight to his groin. "Did you know that Justin and Husband rhyme Brian?" Justin said rolling around laughing hysterically and repeating the two words over and over. Brian couldn't help but jump on the bed and do the same. He had never been so inebriated and had never had so much fun as he had with Justin tonight. Justin stopped laughing and crawled on top of Brian. The reality of what was about to happen dawned upon him. "Brian?" Justin asked looking into the hazel eyes he now knew so well. Brian stopped laughing and looked up at Justin. "Yes?" "Now that we are married you will touch me won't you?" Justin asked. Brian brought the boy's head to his face. As drunk as he was, the look in Justin's scared blue eyes sobered him. The terrible thing was he was sure the kid was asking because he thought Brian wouldn't want to. That was unfathomable. "Justin, I want to touch you. Did you marry me so that I would?" Brian searched Justin’s face for the truth. Justin shook his head. "No, I married you because I wanted to. Are you mad at me Brian?" Justin buried his head into Brian's chest. "No, Jus." Brian whispered. "Do you want me Justin?" His voice cracked and he realized that drunk or not, he loved the man on top of him. His husband. Justin looked up and smiled at Brian. "Yes, Brian I want you." Justin felt his cock growing inside his pants. Brian felt it too. He lightly grounded his hips against Justin's. "You are so beautiful Justin. I want to touch you forever." Brian said as he rolled Justin underneath him. Justin giggled nervously. He reached up and pulled Brian's lips to his. Their mouths crashed together and their tongues searched for tastes yet to be savored by anyone else. Justin found himself moaning and grinding against Brian's hard on. Brian pulled back and tore his clothing and then Justin’s from their bodies. He had to keep focused on pleasuring Justin but it was so hard, as he was harder than he had ever been before. He was sure he died and went to heaven the second he saw Justin's perfect porcelain body. When he saw pink blush adorn the smiling dimpled cheeks he was sure he was in love with Justin. Justin had never seen another man naked except for the one who had hurt him, but he didn't think about that. Not when Brian started to lick his nipples, nope he was fully focused on the sensations that were barrelling through his body. Brian savored every little taste of the boy beneath him. He buried his face in the blonde bush and inhaled the sweaty scent. He felt his own cock dripping madly as he slowly licked the thick pink one belonging to his young husband. Brian savored the taste like it was the finest wine, knowing not much could be better. Justin was in another world. After not being touched in so long, Brian's loving caresses and heated kisses were overwhelming, but in a good way. He wasn't sure if it was him moaning, or if it was Brian. Everything about the two of them seemed to blend together. He was vaguely aware of his legs being pushed to his chest and a pillow placed beneath his hips. Brian looked at the boy's perfect pucker and smiled to himself. He couldn't hold back any longer, he had to have a taste. So he held Justin's legs apart and dove in. He licked and nibbled and sucked on the flesh and then into the tight hole. He felt Justin's insides vibrating and knew the boy was close. He licked one of his fingers and then slowly pressed it inside Justin's warm cavern. Then he heard a loud moan that was music to his ears. Justin shouted and his cum shot onto his belly. "What are you doing Brian?" He asked gasping for air. Brian looked up at his boy. "I'm making love to you Justin." Brian said and started licking his way through the sticky cum and finding Justin's lips. At first Justin was surprised that he tasted his own spunk, but on Brian's tongue he rather liked the taste. He felt Brian's hard erection on his belly leaking onto him "So do you want me to do what you did to me?" Justin moaned. Brian shook his head and kissed his boy again. "I want to be inside you. Can I be inside you Justin?" Brian whispered. Justin nodded. There was nothing he wanted more. "Make love to me Brian." He asked. Brian kissed him once more and then smeared his leaking pre-come along his shaft to lube it. "Are you sure Justin?" Brian said. The truth was he was scared; he had never been with any man and wanted Justin's experience pleasurable. "Please" Justin said achingly. Brian positioned Justin's legs onto his shoulders and then placed his cock head at the man's small entrance. He pressed into the tight entrance slowly. Justin had never felt such pain in his life. But then as Brian's large cock started to fill him more and more he started to feel like he was on fire. Brian was sure that his dick was going to be cut off inside of the boy. It was so tight. So unlike the few women he had been with. He watched Justin's face for signs for him to stop but saw none. When he was buried to the hilt he grabbed Justin's body and held it against his own tightly. "I will never stop touching you Justin." He said quietly. He brought their lips together and then started to move his dick in and out of the orifice slowly. Justin gasped when Brian skimmed over his prostate. He had never felt so wanted and loved. He loved looking at Brian’s expressions and would have told him so if he could remember how to speak. Instead he let his body speak for him, and Brian heard it. Two men rocked together into a climax that shattered all of their fears. Neither man had ever been so happy and complete as they were during their lovemaking. Both were completely blown away, delirious from it. As they lay together, Brian's dick still inside, surrounded by his cum and Justin's silky walls, Justin finally felt human again. "I love you Brian Kinney. Please don't ever stop seeing me." He whispered and clung tighter to the naked man. Brian brushed the silky blond locks from Justin's eyes and stared into them. "From this day forward I will always see YOU Justin. And, I will always love you."