Not Like All The Others

JUSTIN'S POV


About a week after our agreement to not trick in front of each other I wake up to the feel
of Brian's warm mouth wrapped around my cock. This is definitely something that I
could get used to. Hell, I practically have since I've been spending the majority of my
time over here since my dad tracked me down on Liberty Avenue when I was with Brian.
I find it easier to avoid talking to him if I just don't go home as apposed to locking
myself in my room with headphones on. Besides being with Brian beats out isolating
myself in my room any day. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations Brian keeps
causing to course through my body. Before too long I feel my balls begin to tighten. I
close my eyes tighter and arch my body up into Brian's mouth. He swallows it all then
crawls up my body and pulls me up into a deep kiss.

"Can you wake me up like that every morning?" I ask him once we finally pull apart. He
laughs a little and smiles down at me.

"Only if you are willing to do the same on the days you wake up before I do." he says.

"That shouldn't be a problem except for the fact that you always wake up before I do."

"True. I guess you'll just have to make it up to me throughout the day." he says before
leaning down and kissing me again. Well I sure as hell don't have a problem with that.
Brian pulls away and lays his forehead up against mine. I stare into his eyes. Since Brian
told me it was all right if I said that I loved him I haven't said it too often. I want him to
know I mean it when I say it and that I'm not just saying it because I can. Besides that I
know that he wont say it back and I don't want him to think he has to say something or
that I'm only saying it so that I can try and get him to say it too me. But sometimes I just
have to tell him. Right now is one of those times.

"I love you." I tell him, just barely above a whisper. He smiles and pulls me into an earth-
shattering kiss. One that unfortunately doesn't last very long. A loud obnoxious pounding
on the door snaps us out of our rare moment. I let out a long sigh and burry my head
underneath the pillow. "Maybe if you don't answer they will think you aren't here and go
away." I suggest, my voice muffled by the pillow.

"Let's wait and see." he replies pulling the pillow off of my head and pulling me closer to
him. After another minute or so of banging he finally decides that whoever it is isn't
going to go away. He lets out a loud groan and pulls himself out of the bed. He slips on a
pair of sweat pants and walks to the door. I get out of bed and put on my jeans from the
night before just incase it is someone who plans on hanging around for a while. I don't
want to have to lie in here by myself the whole time. I hear the loft door slide open. I
don't hear Brian say anything but I do hear whoever it was on the other side of the door.

"Hey there Sonny Boy."


BRIAN'S POV


Oh shit. Of all the fucking people in the world that could have shown up on my doorstep
it had to be the one that I would least expect as well as the one I really didn't want there.

"Hey there Sonny Boy." says Jack Kinney, as if him showing up at my house was a
fucking every day occurrence.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I ask him. And what the fuck do I have to do to get
you to leave I think to myself. I begin to mentally calculate how much I will need to fill
out a check for to make him leave me alone for the next year.

"Your mother wanted to talk to you. I was just dragged here with her because she thinks I
need to be a part of the conversation." he explains to me. Fuck, and I thought it couldn't
get any worse. They're both here. "She is taking her sweet ass time getting that fucking
cake out of the car." As if on cue the elevator makes its way to a stop on my floor. My
mother sets the cake on the ground and opens the elevator gate before picking the cake
back up, walking over, and holding it out to me. Jesus if she is trying to fucking bribe me
I wonder what the fuck it is she wants now. I run my hands through my hair and glance
back into the loft. I see Justin in the doorway to the bedroom and shoot him a look letting
him know that he should stay back there. Apparently he gets it because he walks back in
to the bedroom out of sight. I am not worried about my parents finding out that I am
sleeping with a 17-year-old boy. I honestly don't give a damn what they think. But I sure
as hell don't want Justin being exposed to my parents. I look back to said parents and see
that they didn't notice Justin. My old man is too busy bitching at my mom about taking
too fucking long. As touching as this family get together is I would really like to get them
out of my fucking house and get back to what I had been doing before.

"What the fuck are the two of you doing at my house?" I nearly scream at them. They
both finally shut up and turn their attention back to me.

"Aren't you going to let us come in?" my mom asks me, acting like I'm the rudest most
ungrateful piece of shit in the world. That may be true but I had to learn it from fucking
somewhere. I grit my teeth to keep from saying anything and take a step to the side
allowing them to step in. I take the cake and set it on the counter then I make sure to
stand so that in order for them to face me they have to face away from my bedroom. That
way they will have no reason to look or wander up there. I look pointedly at my mother
waiting for her to explain what she wants while I ignore my father all together. She looks
around my house for a minute before finally looking back to me to tell me why she has
darkened my doorstep. "Claire is getting a divorce." she tells me. Big fucking deal it's
not the first one. I wait for her to continue even though I'm pretty sure I know where this
is going. "Her husband is refusing to pay child support for the kids once the divorce is
final." No shit. They aren't even his. "She wants to take him to court to make him pay,
but you know that she can't afford to pay for it." See. What'd I say. "And seeing as how
you are her brother and you so rarely contribute to this family I decided now would be
the perfect time for you to do so." she tells me.

"No." I say simply. I may rarely contribute my time to my fucking 'family' but I have
contributed more than enough of my money. I'll be damned if I'm going to help Claire
drain some poor sucker that was dumb enough to marry her. My mother shoots me a
condescending look.

"And why not?" she asks me.

"Because, Claire and her two spawns from hell have survived the past four divorces all
by themselves. So they should be just find this time. Besides, Claire is already getting
child support from the real father, she doesn't need anybody else's money to blow.
Including mine."

"So you aren't going to help?" my mother asks me. I hear my dad laugh beside her.

"You mean that you are surprised by that?" he comments. Well, at least he knew Claire
wasn't going to get shit out of me.

"You are her brother. You are supposed to help her. Do you honestly not care what
happens to her and those children?" she asks me. I shake my head. No, not really. "This
is just like you Brian. Always thinking of only yourself and nobody else. Never thinking
of the strain that you put on others. Just like when you were a child." I can't help but
laugh at that.

"Yeah, I bet you and dad were really strained. God knows how many muscles the two of
you must have pulled while you were lifting the bottle to your mouth and he was beating
the shit out of me." I walk back over to the door and pull it open, signaling that this
conversation is over and that they have overstayed there welcome. Which there never was
one to begin with. They both leave without another word, probably happy to be heading
back home to their liquor cabinet. I slide the door shut and lean my head up against it. I
have a bitch of a headache. I close my eyes and realize that Justin probably heard the
whole conversation. I turn around and head back up to the bedroom stopping by the
fridge to get a bottle of water first. When I walk into the bedroom I see Justin coming out
of the bathroom with two aspirin. I smile appreciatively before taking them and washing
them down with the water. I wait for Justin to say something about what just happened
and appreciate him even more when he doesn't. He comes up to me and leans up to give
me a kiss. Then he pulls back and nudges me towards the bed.

"Take off your clothes and lay down on your stomach." he says gently.


JUSTIN'S POV


I watch as Brian takes off his sweat pants and lays face down on the bed. I walk over to
the nightstand take out a bottle of massage oil that I had seen in there a little while back.
It didn't look like it had ever been used, I don't even know where he got it, but right now
I'm glad that he has it. I know he needs this. I can't believe the way his parents acted
towards him. No wonder he doesn't ever want to talk about them. I take off my jeans and
crawl on top of him, straddling his waist. I stretch out across his back and run my fingers
through his hair. I hear him grown into the pillow as I massage his scalp. I sit back up and
open up the oil, putting a little on my hands and rubbing them together to heat it up
before leaning forward again and rubbing it into Brian's neck and shoulders. I knead the
muscles feeling the tension slowly leave them before moving down Brian's arms and
then over his entire back. Once his upper body is nothing more than putty in my hands, I
move onto his ass, legs, and feet. The entire time he has been making these little noises
that sound an awful lot like whimpers but I don't dare point it out to him. Once I'm
finished with that side of him I nudge his side so that he will roll over. He doesn't argue.
I rub the front of his body from his shoulders all the way back down to his feet.


By the time I'm finished his entire body is relaxed. Well, almost his entire body. His cock
is straining pretty bad. The light coat of oil covering his body causes the light to shine off
of him. On anyone else it would look kind of greasy, but on him it's the fucking sexiest
thing in the world. I get comfortable between his legs and begin to stroke him with my
still oil slicked hand. He arches up into my touch and lets out a deep groan. I continue to
stroke his cock with one hand while rubbing his thighs and stomach with the other one.
After about five minutes of this I feel Brian move and look up to see him reaching into
the condom bowl. He grabs one of the condoms and hands it to me. I smile up at him and
open the packet but when I am about to put it on him he reaches down and stops me. I
look up at him, confused. He just stares back at me and then finally I get it. Once he sees
the realization cross my face he lays his head back down on the pillow. I hesitate for a
second. I've never done this and I don't want to fuck it up or I am sure that it wont
happen again. I also remember how bad it hurt me and I know Brian probably has done
this before but I also know that it isn't something that happens very often, so I don't want
to hurt him. He looks back down at me again, waiting for me to do something. Finally, I
snap out of my thoughts and climb up his body and kissing him hard. He kisses me back
with just as much passion as I put into it. When I pull away so that we can breathe I take
the condom and slip it onto my dick. Using the oil that is still on my fingers as lubricant I
reach between his legs and start to prepare him. I can't believe how tight he feels. He
spreads his legs a little wider giving me more access. When I think he's loosened up
enough I pull out my fingers and move back up his body. I position myself at his entrance
and push in. Brian lets out a long noise sounding like something between and moan and a
hiss. I slide all the way inside and wait for him to adjust. Once he finally pushes back at
me I start to move. I look down at him and take in the look on his face. His mouth is open
a little bit and his eyes are closed and his breathing is ragged. He opens up his eyes to
look back at me and I can't help but lean in and kiss him. I slide my tongue into his
mouth in about the same rhythm that I'm sliding my dick into his ass. Far too soon I feel
my balls start to tense and notice that Brian is close too. As much as I didn't want the
feeling to end I was ready to come. I reached between Brian and me and tried to grab his
dick but he pushed my hand away. A couple of seconds later he came without any contact
to his dick. The extremely hot image of Brian getting off along with his muscles
clenching around my dick was enough to send me flying over the edge. I collapsed on top
of him squishing his come between us. After I catch my breath I pull out of him and
dispose of the condom. I lean down and begin to lick the come off of Brian's stomach.
He watches me quietly and when I'm finished he rolls me onto my back and reciprocates.
He lays back down and I scoot closer to his body, laying my head on his shoulder.

"Thanks." The first thing that he has said since his parents left. He doesn't specify
whether it is for the massage or the sex but I figure it doesn't matter. I close my eyes and
I can feel him drifting off to sleep just before I do.


BRIAN'S POV


It's been a couple of days since my parents showed up at my door and my unusually odd
behavior that followed. I have thanked the god that I don't believe in every day for the
fact that Justin has not brought up either of those events. I don't regret what happened
with Justin but having to admit that I enjoyed it is a bit much. I initiated it, that's a step.
I'll work on admitting how much I liked it some other time. I quickly pack up everything
I need to take home and leave my office. I try not to think about how much I am hurrying
to get home knowing that Justin was supposed to come by the loft today when he got out
of school and should be waiting there when I get home. I get into the elevator and hear
the tale end of a conversation between the two guys that are already on it. I hear them
talking about something they heard going around the building. Apparently Vance may be
planning on getting rid of half of the staff. Shit. I hope I don't end up having to prove my
worth to keep my fucking job. Vance knows that he needs me but he is also an ass that
could very well fire me just to piss me off and prove that he was the one in charge. The
elevator stops on the bottom floor and I get out and head for my car, trying to push what I
heard on the elevator out of my head.


I'm barely two feet into the loft when I get an armful of happy blonde. I pull him up into
a deep kiss. We break apart and he steps back so that I can come in and change into more
comfortable clothes. As much as I tried to push the thing with Vance to the back of my
head I can't quite seem to keep it there.

"Guess what." Justin says as he comes up beside me. I raise my eyebrow at him before
answering.

"I don't guess, so why don't you just tell me." I reply. He sticks his tongue out at me,
something that can only look cute on him.

"I applied to PIFA today. Now all I have to do is wait to see if I get in. I'm also going to
go take a tour of the school next week." I smile up at him. I'm proud of him. I know he'll
be incredible when he gets older, hell he is now.

"I'm sure that you'll get in. They'd be crazy not to take you." I reassure him, meaning
every word of it. He blushes the leans up to kiss me again. It starts soft and begins to heat
up. I pull his shirt over his head then pick him up and set him on the dining room table.
Thank god this thing is sturdy. But before we can get any further somebody knocks at the
door. Pissed about being interrupted, I storm over to the door ready to tell whoever it is to
go to hell. I jerk the door open to reveal my mother. Fuck. I'm so surprised to see her that
I can't think of a god damn thing to say. Of course she doesn't seem to have this problem.

"I came to see if you had come to your senses about helping your sister." she tells me.
Then she looks down at my hand and I realize I'm still holding onto Justin's shirt. Then,
being the nosy bitch that she is, she takes a step closer to see inside my house. That's
when she sees Justin, who is still sitting on my dining room table, looking like he was
trying to figure out if he should hide or sit still and hope she didn't notice him. She looks
back to me, disgust written clearly on her face. What the hell.

"Mom this is Justin, Justin this is my mother." I'm not surprised that Justin doesn't say
anything. Suddenly my mother reaches out and smacks me across the face, and while I'm
sure that Emmett probably would have hurt me worse if it had been him slapping me, I
sure as hell didn't expect that. I look back at her and smirk. "Does that mean that you
don't approve." I mock. I can hear Justin jump off the table and walk over to me. Once
he's next to me he reaches up and touches my cheek, then turns towards my mom and
steps in front of me. Despite that fact that he probably couldn't do any real damage in my
defense I can't help but feel touched and smile a bit. My mom looks back and forth
between the blonde spitfire in front of me that is shooting daggers at her with his eyes
and me then, stopping them on me, starts in on her preaching.

"How dare you embarrass the family by doing this." she gestures to Justin's still half
naked body. "You selfish, ungrateful…" she doesn't get a chance to finish before Justin
starts in on her.

"Ungrateful? You are the fucking ungrateful one. You are ungrateful of this smart, funny,
amazing man that you have for a son. You don't know or care anything about him except
whether or not he is willing to give you money. And you shouldn't be worrying about
him embarrassing your family because from what little I have heard, you, your husband,
and your daughter do that just fine all on your own." he shouts at her. I guess I was
wrong about him not being able to do any damage. The look on my mothers face is
fucking priceless.

"I don't have to listen to this." she says to him.

"No. You don't. You know where the fucking door is so if you don't want to hear it you
can leave any time." he says right back. She looks to me, waiting for me to defend her.
Yeah, fucking right. When she sees that she wont be getting any support from me she
storms back into the elevator and leaves without another word. I slide the door shut and
turn to Justin. He has an apologetic look on his face. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have done
that but the things she was saying…" I kiss him to shut him up. I feel his knees go weak
and catch him before he falls. "What was that for?" he asks when I pull away.

"For defending me." I tell him. "Now, where were we?" I whisper into his ear before
picking him up and setting him back on the table.