Not Like All The Others

BRIAN’S POV


That son of a bitch, I think again. It seems to be the dominant thought in my head for the past hour or so. I look into the mirror examining the very minor amount of damage done by Justin‘s father. That’s not what I am pissed off about. I can’t believe that mother fucker hit Justin. I may know very little about Justin’s family but I know Justin never thought his father would do anything like that. I take one last look in the mirror before turning off the lights and leaving the room, satisfied that the barely visible bruise will be gone by tomorrow as well as being satisfied that Craig Taylor’s more than likely wont be. I look out into the living room and see Justin sitting on the sofa with his chin in his hands. He hasn’t said much since we left Liberty Avenue. I think that he is still a little shocked at what his father did to him. And he may be a little bit shocked at my reaction to it too. I walk over and sit down beside him. He automatically leans up against my shoulder and I wrap my arm around him.

“Are you okay?” I ask him. He nods his head but doesn’t say anything. I reach up to brush away a few strands of hair that have fallen into his face. As I do my fingers graze over a slight bump on his forehead. I know it’s not the same place that his father hit him at earlier. “Where’d you get this?” I question him. I feel him tense a little in my arms before he answers me.

“When I was getting into Daphne’s car at school this afternoon someone shoved me and I hit my head on the door. That’s all. It doesn’t hurt.” he tells me. I run my fingers over it again and I find myself thinking that he’s sure as hell been beat up a lot today. I think back to the last injury he showed up at my door with.

“Was it the same asshole that busted your lip yesterday?” I ask him. I trace my finger over the still present break in his lower lip. He pulls his lip into his mouth at the touch. Once again he nods his head but doesn‘t say anything. “Have you told any of the teachers that he has been fucking with you?” I ask him although I’m pretty sure that I already know the answer.

“Yeah, I have. None of them really give a shit. They think that I deserve it. And provided they were the students at that school instead of the teachers, I’m pretty sure they would be helping to kick my ass.” he says dejectedly. He pulls himself away from me and looks into my eyes. “I’m really tired. I guess today kind of wore me out. Can we go to bed?” he asks me wearily. I nod my head then lean down and kiss him deeply on the mouth. When we break the kiss I pull him towards me and kiss the bump on the top of his head. A ghost of a smile crosses his face. I stand and reach out my hand to help him up. He takes it and I lead him to the bedroom. We undress and crawl under the covers. He lays there quietly and looks as though there is something he wants to do but is unsure of whether he should. After a few minutes of this I finally decide that he isn’t going to ask or do whatever it is without a little persuasion. I reach over and take his chin in my hand to make him look at me.

“What is it?” I ask him in a tone that is just above a whisper. I’m kind of surprised at how quietly it came out. With most people, if I know they want to say something I usually just demand it out of them.

“Nothing. I’m fine.” he answers me. I shoot him a look that lets him know that I don’t believe a damn word of it. He looks at me a minute longer before he finally drops his eyes, gives in, and tells me the truth. “Okay. I know that you don’t really like to cuddle but is it okay if just for tonight you could hold me a little bit?” he asks me in one breath, sounding certain that I’m going to kick his ass to the sofa. When he finally brings his eyes back to mine I let out a long sign and pretend it’s the greatest burden that anybody has ever asked of me but I smile to let him know I don’t mean it. I scoot closer to him and wrap my arms around him. He rolls onto his side so that he’s facing me and buries his head into my chest so the top of his head is just below my chin. I rub my hand lightly over the small of his back and feel him begin to relax into my touch. He falls asleep in no time and although I know that I could move away from him now without him waking up, I can’t actually bring myself to do it. I continue to lie there holding him in my arms even after I feel myself beginning to drift off into what I know is probably going to be the best sleep I’ve had in a very long time. A few months ago just the thought of a scene this domestic would have made me want to hurl. I wonder what changed.


JUSTIN’S POV


I wake up to the feeling of Brian’s arms wrapped around my back and his breath ruffling my hair. I smile as I remember falling asleep with him cuddled up behind me. Apparently he never bothered to move after I passed out. I lay there for a few minutes before carefully extracting myself from his grasp. I get up and walk over to his desk. I grab a piece of printer paper, a pencil, and something to bare down on before returning to sit on the edge of the bed. I start to draw Brian, as I have so many other times before. He’s my favorite subject. My hand moves quickly over the page as I try to finish before Brian wakes up. His beautiful body slowly begins to take form on the paper. Before long I’m putting the finishing touches on it. I set down the pencil and admire the finished product.

“Are you finished yet?” Brian asks me from his position on the bed. I jump somewhat, startled from not having realized that he was awake. He opens one eye and looks up at me, waiting for my answer.

“Yeah. How long have you been awake?” I ask him. He opens up both of his eyes and rolls onto his side to face me.

“Not long. A couple of minutes maybe.” he says over a small yawn.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were awake? I would have stopped if I knew you wanted to get up.” I say to him. He shrugs his shoulders in response to my question.

“I don’t have anywhere to be.” he tells me, a sexy smile spreading across his face. A smile I can’t help but return. Brian rolls onto his back and motions for me to move closer. I scoot up beside him and lay my head on his chest, allowing him to wrap his arms around me like he did last night. “So, are you going to let me see the picture?” he asks me. I nod my head and reach over to pick it up. I hand it to him and return to my position on his chest. He stares at the picture for several minutes without saying anything. Finally, I can’t take it anymore and I have to ask.

“So, what do you think?”

“I look hot.” he answers. I laugh at his response. He smirks a bit before becoming serious. “It looks really good.” he says handing me the picture back. I feel my face turn red and I know I’m blushing.

“Thanks.” I smile at him before placing the picture on the nightstand. “And just so you know you’re always hot.”

“Oh, trust me. I know.” He moves his tongue to the side of his cheek and raises his eyebrow. I shake my head at him.

“So, do you really not have anywhere that you have to be today?” I ask him praying that I don’t sound too hopeful. I really don’t want to get out of this bed.

“Nope. We can stay here and lay around in bed all day long if you want to.” he says as if he read my mind. Another smile crosses his face before he continues. “That is, assuming that you can give me a reason to stay in bed for the rest of the day.” he says as he grabs my hand and moves it down to his morning hard on. I wrap my hands around it and start to slowly stroke him. Pre-cum forms on the head of his dick. I gather it on my fingers using it as a lubricant. I can tell that he’s trying hard not to thrust up into my hand. I use my free hand to grab a condom and the lube. I sit up and move so that I’m straddling his thighs. I let go of his dick and I coat my fingers in lube then lift up on my legs enough so that Brian can see what I’m doing. I move my hand between my legs and graze my fingers over my tight pucker before pushing it in. I rest my other hand on Brian’s leg for balance. His breathing becomes labored as he watches me prepare myself for him. Once I’m loosened up enough I withdraw my fingers. I groan at the sudden loss but reassure myself that it’s about to be replaced with something even better. Brian grabs the condom and quickly sheaths his cock. He grabs my hips and pulls me forward with one hand and positioning himself at my entrance with his other. He pulls me down onto him until he is all the way inside. I stay still for a second so I can adjust to his size. I’m pretty sure no matter how many times we do this I’m always going to have to. Once my muscles relax I begin to lower and raise myself on his dick. He keeps his hands up on my hips, not really to control the movement just to run his fingers over the sensitive skin around that area. He lets me set the pace. His eyes look from my face to where his body is entering me and then back again. I increase the speed of my movements as I feel my balls start to tighten. I pretty much lose all coherent thought once I start to come. The muscles in my ass tighten around Brian sending him over the edge as well. I collapse on top of him trying to catch my breath. When I finally roll off of him he takes off the condom and throws it in the trash. I close my eyes and relax into the mattress. We lay in bed for a while, waiting for our heart beats to return to normal. I feel the bed shift next to me and open my eyes to see Brian getting up and heading for the shower. He stops at the entrance to the bathroom door and turns to face me.

“You coming?” he asks me with a smile like the cat that ate the canary. I smile back at him.

“I already did.”

“Well, if you play your cards right you just might get a chance to come again.” he says before turning back around and walking into the bathroom, leaving the door open in invitation. I watch him through the open door as he starts up the shower and gets in. I hurry out of bed to join him. It’s about time I had a day of peace.