JUSTIN I watched him sleep. He was laying on his back his arms thrown out. His hair bed ruffled, his face soft and relaxed. He looked so beautiful. I couldn’t get enough of looking at him. I noticed that he still wore the cowry shell bracelet I’d given him. I tried to remember what I told him when I gave it to him. Oh, I remember I told him think of it as a gift from his first lover. Maybe he wore it to remember what an asshole I turned out to be. The doctor’s said his ribs were bruised. He had an open cut over his eye that was closed with two steri-strips and his lip was slightly swollen. That was the extent of his injuries. And for me that was too much. He was given a shot for pain. I had to answer some very difficult questions but I managed. I gave the nurse the name of the all night pharmacist near my loft. They sent the prescription via e-mail or however they do it and I picked it up on the way back to the loft. The pain medication they had given him at the hospital had him so out of it by the time we got back to the loft he could barely stand on his feet. I helped Brian shower. His stomach area was covered in bruises. I wanted to kick his Dad’s ass, but that would have to wait for later. I managed to get him in a pair of sweat pants and in to bed. He was out before his head hit the pillow. I couldn’t believe it. I’d called him Kid when I met him. I had no idea how accurate I really was. I had fucked a 17 year old and wanted to…..Hell, I had every intention of fucking him again. At least his age explained why I couldn’t find him. I had tried to find him. I did all I could to forget him and I couldn’t. I thought about him at the weirdest times. Tonight as I was fucking the Trick du Jour I was thinking how I wanted to try this position with Brian or wondering how Brian’s long legs would look in this position. I couldn’t get his eyes out of my mind. The look of adoration he gave me whenever I looked at him. Or his taste and smell. They lingered in my mind. Chas and Daph asked about him constantly. Lindz asked me about the polite young man I had brought to the Gallery. Emmett and Ted asked what ever happened to the gorgeous long legged twink. I usually tried to ignore the questions but the truth was I wanted to know where he was too. I had my personal assistant Anna look up the student registrations for Brian Kinney. No college in PA had him enrolled as a student. I couldn’t believe that. I had her check DMV records. Nothing. I started checking all the clubs on Liberty especially Boy-toy where I thought he would most likely hang. Most of the twinks between 16-25 went there. Of course I knew as hot as Brian was if he started hanging on Liberty Avenue word would get around. It didn’t. No one seemed to mention a gorgeous twink with chestnut colored hair, greenish-gray-gold eyes and legs that went on forever. Now of course I knew why I couldn’t find him. I was looking in the wrong place. I should have been looking in high school. I had been haunted by a 17-year-old twink. I lit a cigarette and took a deep drag. I’d found him but there were more problems. One was that I was not about to let him go back home. Not so that asshole of a Father could use him for a punching bag. He was staying with me. I had a spare room and he would be safe with me. I had the doctor’s report and I had called Daph’s brother Hamilton, he was an attorney. Although family law was not his expertise he did promise to draw up papers for the Kinney’s to sign relinquishing custody of Brian. To get him to sign the papers I intended to threaten Brian’s father with turning him in for child abuse that might result in possible jail time and loss of his job. With Brian so close to 18 getting the papers signed was really a stalling tactic. I wanted to give Brian the security of knowing his Father wouldn’t come near him again until he was 18 and that he could have his father arrested if he did touch him without the fear of being placed in foster care. Brian told me this beating had resulted because his father wanted money and he wouldn’t give it to him. Well, I was going to offer him $5000.00 to get the fuck out of Brian’s life. I knew men like Mr. Kinney. The old expression *money talked bullshit walked* fit him perfectly. I’d offer $5000 to begin but actually I was willing to give much more as long as those papers were signed. I stubbed out the cigarette and slid in bed with Brian. As soon as I was in the bed he rolled up under me. His head lifted to my chest and he threw his arm over my waist and tangled his long legs in mine. I didn’t try to move him. What would be the use? ------------------------------------ BRIAN I woke up to the aroma of coffee and cinnamon filling the air. I laid in bed quietly. I was back in Justin’s bed. Back in his home. A place I never thought to see again. I could smell Justin’s expensive cologne in the sheets. I'd missed that . It was good to smell it again. My eyes followed Justin as he moved around the kitchen. He moved so smoothly and efficiently around the kitchen. He looked so comfortable cooking. I didn’t know many men that cooked. Not my Dad or any of the guys he drank with cooked. I’d heard them say many times that cooking was for SISSIES. If my Dad wanted something to eat he had my Mom or sister cook it for him. Thankfully my sister had gotten away from our dysfunctional home as soon as she graduated from high school. Justin looked gorgeous this morning. His honey blond hair shone under the soft recessed lighting. He wore a light blue silk T-shirt tucked neatly in a pair of dark blue slacks. Probably made of a wool and silk blend. His only jewelry was a silver watch that probably cost more than my Old Man could make in half a year of working. The phone rung and Justin picked it up on the second ring. “Is it taken care of?” He asked. “What time did you tell them we would be there?” There was a pause as Justin listened. “Hell he’s probably too hung over to go in to work.” I wasn’t paying much attention to his call until I heard my Old Man mentioned. My ears perked up. “My lover is lying in my bed battered and bruised because his so called *Father* decided to use him as a punching bag! He’s not going back to the drunken bastard!” I was grinning so hard I’m sure the cut on my lip was about to split. Justin had called me his *lover.* And he’d said I wasn’t gong back to the place that felt more like a prison than my home. “Did you draw up the papers like I asked?” A pause. “Let me worry about that. “ Pause. “Where do you think he’s staying?” Pause. “It’s only temporary. I’ll make some permanent arrangements later. For now he’s staying here with me.” Pause. “I have 5000 plus reasons why he’ll sign the papers.” Pause. “I’ve already called the bank I’m picking up the money before I meet you there. I wondered what Justin was talking about. What Money? I sat up and made a little noise to let Justin know that I was awake. He looked in my direction. He saw me sitting up in bed. He continued to talk as he walked towards me. “Hamilton, I’ll see you there. I have to go. Brian is awake and there are some things we need to discuss before I leave.” Justin hung up the phone. He sat on the edge of the bed near me and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “How do you feel this morning?” “Surprisingly pretty good,” I told him. He brushed his lips quickly over mine. They were soft, warm and firm. He pressed them against mine and before I could completely register the kiss it was over. My lips were still puckered when Justin pulled his lips away. He brushed his fingers across my bottom lip. “Go take care of your morning hard on. I cooked breakfast. Nothing fancy. I'm a little rushed for time this morning and plus we need to talk.” “Okay,” I mumbled . I gingerly sat up. Justin stood up and gave me a hand to stand up. I winced a little. A look of anger came over his face. I was beginning to understand Justin. I know the look of anger was not directed at me but at my Old Man. -------------------------------- Justin’s nothing fancy was French Toast, eggs, bacon, fruit and juice. He drank coffee and I demolished the food as we sat at the island. I wasn’t used to a big breakfast like this. My mom had stopped cooking breakfast long ago when my Old Man stopped eating it. My sister and I had to learn to live off Cereal and milk or grab something from a fast food place on the way to school. Justin made me take another pain pill with some juice. I had to admit I was in a little pain. I didn’t really want to take one because they made me sleepy but Justin insisted so I did. “I heard some of your conversation,” I said between bites, “You are going to see my Old Man today.” Justin put his coffee cup down before he answered, “Yes, I’m going to see if I can get him to sign some papers relinquishing custody of you. It will basically mean he’ll leave you the fuck alone. Is that what you want?” “Hell, yeah!” I practically yelled, then more quietly, “What makes you think he’ll sign the papers?” I watched the look in Justin’s eyes. He really didn’t want to tell me how he intended to get my father to sign the papers. He finally spoke. “I'm going to threaten him with child abuse. I have the doctor’s statement. If that doesn’t work I’m going to bribe him.” I scrunched up my face in confusion. “Bribe him with what?“ “Money,“ he said simply. I started to argue and protest, but I thought about it. I didn’t want to go back to that house again. I didn’t want to live wondering what would set the Old Man off. I wanted a little peace. I’d just pay Justin back when I got a full time job. So, I nodded my head in acceptance. “How much do you think it will take?” Justin shrugged nonchalantly. “My first offer will be $5,000.00. I’m prepared to pay him as much as $25,00.00 in cash...today.” The amount had me choking on my juice. How was I going to pay back $25,000.00? Justin came around to pat me on the back. I was speechless. Justin was willing to pay my Dad $25,000.00 to leave me alone for 5 months. “Why?” I croaked. Justin turned away from me and walked over to the sink to empty his coffee cup. He turned around to face me. “I don’t want anyone to hurt you. Ever. You shouldn’t have to live in a home where you have to fight to survive. That’s for the streets not a home. I don’t want you to live where there is someone that takes pleasure in hitting you…….hurting you.” “Then where will I live Justin?” Justin leaned his back against the sink and crossed his arms. “Here. With me. At least temporarily…….until you are 18. I don’t want you on your own until you are at least legal age. I have a spare bedroom you can stay in there. Then we’ll discuss some permanent options. Is that okay with you?” I couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across my face. Justin probably thought I was a twat. Although he said I would be staying in the spare bedroom at least I’d be in the same place as Justin. Sleeping under the same roof. My smile got wider. “I’d like that Justin.” “Good.” Justin glanced at his watch. “I have to go.” He pushed away from the sink. He walked to me and leaned down to give me a kiss. I know he wanted to make it quick like the one he gave me earlier but I wanted more. It had been so long. I’d missed Justin. My first lover. The man that I loved. The man that I was going to be staying with, at least for the next 5 months. I grabbed the back of his head and held him down for a much deeper kiss. JUSTIN It was supposed to be a quick kiss. Brian grabbed the back of my head and his tongue slipped in my mouth. I knew the kiss wouldn’t be quick. I’d taught him how to kiss. I’d taught him what I’d liked and he remembered. I had missed the taste of his mouth. My tongue mingled with his aggressively. I loved everything about his mouth. The heat, the texture, the taste. Before I knew what was happening my hands were trailing through his hair anchoring his head so that I could deepen the kiss. I sucked his tongue in my mouth. Brian’s moans of pleasure floated to my ears. It was almost too much. I’d spent too many nights thinking about touching him again. Kissing him again. Fucking him again. I was the first man that had kissed him, sucked him, rimmed him and fucked him. Brian was burning up in my arms. That was one thing about the young. No control. I could tell from his moans and the way his hands desperately clutched at me that there was no slowing him down or holding him back. I made a quick decision. We didn’t have time for what I wanted but I could get him off. I pulled my lips from his. He moaned in distress his lips trying to follow mine. “Justin, please. I missed you…..please…..I need…….” He begged. I knew what he needed. “I know, I know,” I soothed. “I’m going to give you what you need.” I dropped to my knees. A position I rarely took. It was usually the other way around. But just this once….for Brian. I pushed his sweats out of my way. I didn’t have time for finese. I engulfed his dick all the way to the chestnut hair surrounding his groin. His hips bucked off the seat and if I hadn't held him down he would have toppled his chair. I hollowed out my cheeks and sucked his dick deeply into my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat. Brian’s roar of pleasure could be heard through the entire loft. Another good reason I owned the apartment below. No neighbors to complain about the loud noises coming from my place. As I vigorously sucked Brian’s dick my hand stroked his balls. My tongue flicked over his dick as I drew it out to the tip before taking it back in my mouth to the root. I felt Brian’s body shaking. I knew what was happening. It would only be seconds now. “Justin, oh baby…..I-love-you,” he roared. Brain’s hips bucked off the chair with such force he almost knocked me backwards. His cum shot in my mouth in long hot spurts. Over and over again. The thick salty liquid coating my mouth, tongue and throat with its creaminess. The saying young and full of cum certainly described Brain. I guess I should have been concerned that he’d again shouted that he loved me but I decided to let it go. He was young. I was his first. He’d soon realize that what he felt for me was not love but lust. Until then what could it hurt for me to let him think he loved me? “Justin, Justin, Justin…..,” his hands threaded through my hair and gripped my head as he held me tightly to his groin calling my name over and over again like a mantra. I sucked him until his juices stopped spurting into my waiting mouth, until he sat limply in the chair. His body covered with a fine sheen of sweat. His heavy breathing slowly returning to normal. I licked and sucked him clean with my tongue and lips. There wasn’t a lot of cleaning to do. Nothing had leaked from my mouth. I rose up and kissed him his cum still lingered in my mouth. I fed him a taste of himself in a long, hard deep kiss. He sucked on my tongue like a starving man. I swallowed his continued moans of pleasure. I finally broke our kiss. I pulled back to look at the sated expression on his face. He tried to unzip my pants and I pulled his hands away. “Don’t you want me to suck you off Justin?” he looked confused. “Don’t you want to fuck me?” I rubbed his hand across my dick so he could feel how hard I was. “I want to be buried so deeply in you baby we will be as one. I don’t want to rush it. Right now I have to take care of something. Afterwards we’ll have plenty of time to indulge. Later.” I stroked his dick one last time before covering it with his pants. "I promise." He gave me a goofy sated grin. I looked at my watch. I had to go. I was behind schedule. “Let’s go,” I told him. “Where?” he asked still floating on the aftermath of pleasure. “To rest.” I told him as I led him to the futon in the TV area. I stuck the remote control in his hand. “Watch a little TV or a movie. Get some rest.” He held my hand as I turned to leave. “Will…..how long will you be gone?” “A few hours. Tops. Is there anything you want from your Old Man’s house?” “Just a few things. My clothes, posters, trophies, medals, certificates, my computer. I worked overtime to pay for that.” I grinned down at him. “You call that a few?” I teased. He gave me a sheepish look. “I guess it’s a lot.” “I’ll bring it. Anything else.” “Yeah, I know my Mom searches my room so I hid some stuff. I have this large championship-swimming trophy. In the base are a few pictures, some emergency cash, a few letters I’ve gotten from colleges about scholarships. It’s pretty heavy but if you can’t bring anything else I’d like that.” I brushed his hair from his eyes. “Like I said I’ll bring everything. Don’t worry.” I made a mental note to call a moving company on my way to Brian’s father’s house. I’d have to pay almost twice or three times as much to get them there within the hour. “Now rest.” I ordered. “When I get back we’ll finish what we started.” I purred as I trailed my fingers down his bare chest. I loved the way his nose flared with passion and sensual heat leapt in his eyes at my words. I was looking forward to our *later.* I glanced at my watch again. I’d make it in plenty of time. If I didn’t what was the difference. It wasn’t as if Brian’s drunken excuse for a Father was going anywhere. “Be careful Justin. My Old Man has a quick temper and a quicker fist.” “I’ll be fine.” I assure him. “Now get that rest. You’re going to need it.” I kissed him quickly. I shrugged on my black leather jacket, looked over at Brain one last time. He turned on the cartoon channel. He was already dozing. I grabbed up my keys and left.