Not Like All The Others

BRIAN’S POV


I lay on the bed, my head propped up on my arm, watching Justin sleep. I marvel over how beautiful he truly is. I focus on the way his blonde hair rests against his head and the watch as his eyes tremble behind his lids from some dream. I reach out and push a stray hair from the side of his face. I feel the warmth of his skin against my fingers and gently press the backs of then closer to the source of heat. I drag my fingers slowly down his cheek and across his jaw line. His body responds, leaning into the touch. I move to his lips, tenderly tracing them with my thumb. Then I lean in and kiss him softly. His lips part and his eyes flutter open. He sighs into the kiss as I slide my tongue between his parted lips. He massages my tongue with his own then slowly pulls away, after sucking my lower lip into his mouth for good measure. His bright, blue eyes stare up at me and he graces me with a smile that lights up the whole room.

“Good morning to you, too.” he says.

“Only cause I’m with you.” I reply, realizing only after I’ve said it, just how sappy It was. But the smile that results makes it worth all the mush. I had decided last night that breaking my rules once, while I was thousands of miles from home couldn’t hurt. It’s not like it puts my reputation in danger. Besides, there has been plenty of times that I gave au a good fuck because I had already had him. I deserve to indulge myself just this once. In the end that’s all it will be. He’ll go his way, I’ll go mine and he’ll fade to nothing more than a memory, if even that. So, it’s okay to break the rules. Just this once.

JUSTIN’S POV

I’m awaken by a tickle against my lips, followed by the gentle pressure of a kiss. I open my eyes and find myself gazing into Brian’s. His lips are pressed against mine. I return the kiss for a moment before pulling away.

“Good morning to you, too.” I say smiling at him.

“Only cause I’m with you.” he answers. I feel myself blush furiously and my grin grow even bigger. I see a slight look of realization to what he just said cross his face, but it is quickly wiped off and replaced with a smile of his own. I scoot closer to him, curling up against his warm body, my head on his chest. I listen to his heart beat and let my mind wander to what comes next. I decide I want to see him as much as possible.

“What are you doing later?” I ask him.

“Working. Like you’re supposed to do on a business trip.” he replies with a smirk.

“No. I mean later tonight. Want to go out? The person I’m staying with took Daphne and me to a really nice restaurant.” He look at me and raises an eyebrow.

“What, like a date? I hadn’t realized we had become a couple.” he says in a mocking tone. I try to keep the hurt I feel out of my voice.

“We’re not. I just wanted to spend time with you before you left. That’s all.” He looks at me and his expression softens. He wraps his arms comfortingly around me.

“What kind of restaurant is it?” The smile returns to my face.

“It’s Italian.”

“Sounds good. I don’t like to wait, so you better be ready when I pick you up at eight or I’m leaving without you.”
I smile even more, reaching out and pulling his head down for a passionate kiss, which inevitably leads to further farms of passionate play. Sometime after round three, I finally manage to pull away long enough to get dressed so I can head home to get ready for our date.

BRIAN’S POV

I can’t believe I’m doing this. I think to myself as I pull up in front of the address Justin had given me the night before. But I would have done anything to get rid of that wounded look the kid had on his face. And so now here I am. I step out of the car and look down at myself one last time. I’m wearing black slacks that fit so well they look like they were made for me, and a long sleeved button up dark red shirt with my black jacket over it. One thing I had learned about Georgia was how fucking quickly the weather changed. It hadn’t been this cool the entire time I had been here. Satisfied with my appearance, I make my way to the front door. I knock and wait patiently for an answer. When the door is opened I find myself face to face with who I assume must be Daphne’s cousin, judging from what Justin had said, during breaks in our fucking, about where he was staying. And also the fact that I get the same bubbly feeling off of this woman as I do from the younger woman.

“Is Justin here?” I ask her, feeling kind of awkward.

“Yes. You must be Brian.” she says almost bouncing a little. Definitely Daphne’s cousin.

“Yeah. Is he almost ready.”

“Yes he’s ready. Come on inside and I’ll go get him.” she says. I follow her into the house and she heads upstairs to retrieve Justin, while I lean against the door, trying to look much calmer than I am, and wait on my, dare I say it, date. This must be a sign of the apocalypse.

JUSTIN’S POV

When Becky comes upstairs and tells me that Brian Is here I walk over to the mirror and check myself one last time and then head to Daphne’s room for her approval. Content with my dark blue shirt and dark gray slacks, Daph and I head down the stairs to meet my date. I see him leaning against the door frame, stunning as always. Unable to resist and knowing Daph would get a kick out of it, I stroll over and pull him into a kiss. As expected I hear a small giggle from my friend, who quickly excuses herself to give us privacy. As we walk out the door I yell out my goodbyes to Daphne and her cousin, then we head out to the car. Brian steps ahead of me and opens the car door. I look up at him with my eyebrows raised.

“What? If I’m going to do it, I might as well do it better than everyone else.” he tells me, grinning. I smile and slide into the seat. He shuts the door and heads to his side.

“So, where to?” he asks me. I tell him the directions and in no time we’re walking into the restaurant Becky took us to the first night we were here. The lighting is low, with soft music playing in the background, a rose in a vase on every table. A woman takes us to be seated and then we glance over the menus while we wait for someone to take our orders. We sit in complete silence, neither one of us knowing what to say. Personally, I’d never been on a real date and it didn’t appear that Brian had either. I look around the room, taking in the atmosphere, which could be described as either businesslike or romantic, depending on your company. Just then the waitress comes up. We order our food and she brings us our drinks and then our table falls back into silence. After a while I become desperate to get some conversation going, no matter how small.

“So, did you finish work?” I ask Brian. He glances up with a slightly confused look on his face.

“Huh?”

“Did you finish work? Earlier when I asked what you would be doing you said that you would be working. Did you finish?” I explain.

“Oh,” he says, remembering the conversation that led to this date. “Yeah, I did.”

“What do you do?” I continue.

“I’m in advertising.”

“Do you like it?”

“I like my job and hate my boss.” he says, smiling. I laugh at his response. After that the conversation continues fairly easily on it’s own. By the time out food comes, I’m totally besotted with Brian. Not only is he sexy as hell but he’s honestly a fun person to be with. The chemistry between us and the romantic mood of the restaurant has my mind drifting off into the thoughts I know it shouldn’t be at. I shake my head to clear the thoughts and tell myself ‘you can not do this Justin. You can not fall in love with this man.’

BRIAN’S POV

Justin and I finish our dinner, and he excuses himself to the restroom while I head outside to the back of the restaurant, where there is a garden like sitting area, for a smoke. Once outside I walk over to a white gazebo and lean against the railing. The soft music flows from speakers placed somewhere in the garden. Due to the cooler than usual weather, the garden is deserted, except for a young couple. A few minutes later I feel Justin behind me as he wraps his arms around my waist. He lays his head against my back and our breathing falls into a slow and steady rhythm. I notice movement out of the corner of my eye and see the young couple walking back into the building. Justin and I are now alone. I turn around to face him and wrap my arms around his neck. He looks up at me and rests his forehead against mine. A slow song begins playing on the speakers and I step back, holding my hand out to Justin.

“You want to dance?” I ask him. He nods his head and takes my hand. We begin to slow dance as the words of the song filter through the cool night air.

// You can dance every dance

With the guy that gives you the eye

Let him hold you tight

You can smile every smile

For the man who held your hand

Beneath the pale moonlight

But don’t forget who’s taking you home

And in whose arms you’re gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me//

We continue dancing until the song ends and then I pull him back to the restaurant. I pay the bill and pluck the rose from the vase on the table, handing it to Justin before we leave, as I wonder what in the hell has gotten into me.
We get back to my hotel and walk up to my room, barely able to keep our hands off each other. Once inside we immediately begin stripping off our clothes. Justin sets the rose, which he somehow managed to hold onto the whole way to the room, on the nightstand. We take off the rest of our clothes and I push him on the bed. I crawl up his body kissing him as I go. I get up to his face and he pulls me into a searing kiss. I happily return it until the need for air becomes to great. I pull away and look into his eyes. They’re glazed over with lust. Normally, I like to get strait to the point when it comes to sex, but now I decide to draw it out.

“Do you trust me?” I ask him. He nods his head looking absolutely sure. I lean down and kiss him gently on the lips before reaching over and picking up a tie I had worn earlier that day. I bring his arms up to his head and pause, giving him a chance to back out. He doesn’t. So, I tie his hands together and fasten them to the headboard. I run my eyes over his body, now splayed out before me. I reach over to the nightstand and pick up the rose. I trace it along his features. Down his cheeks, over his lips, around his eyes, which are tightly closed, his body absorbing the sensation. I run the rose down his throat and over his collarbone. I smile when I see goose bumps appear on his arms. I continue my path over his chest and down his stomach, causing him to grab hold of his bindings. I run the petals over the inside of his thighs and then delicately graze the thorns over the same spot. He moans in response. I return the petals to his skin and drag them from his thighs, over his balls and then up his leaking cock. He tugs on the restraints even harder.

“Fuck me.” he commands, unable to take anymore. I place the rose back on the nightstand and grab a lube and condom from the drawer. I work him open with my fingers and then position myself at his entrance, thrusting into his tight hole. I wait a moment for his body to adjust. When I feel him push back I know he’s ready. I start moving at a slow and teasing pace. He tries to speed it up by pushing himself onto me, but I put my hand on his hips to hold him still. He pulls on the tie and begins begging me to go faster. I continue the slow pace for a while, enjoying the sound of his pleas, his voice labored and filled with desire. When it doesn’t look like he can handle anymore teasing I finally begin to speed up. When I feel the tell-tale sign in my balls, signaling the end, I reach between us and take his hard shaft in my hand. I stroke it quickly, in rhythm with my thrusts. I feel his body tense and his moaning fills the room as he comes, shooting his load on my hand and chest. The muscle contractions from his orgasm grip my dick tightly, sending me into my own climax.

I collapse on top of him and lie there catching my breath. Eventually, I lift my body off of him and reach up to untie his arms. I discard the condom and throw my tie down on the floor. I roll onto my back and close my eyes. I feel Justin slide up next to me and lay his head on my chest. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tight. I feel his breathing even out, signifying that he’s asleep. I allow my body to relax, my thoughts going over the events of the night. I decide that my first date was a success. I fall asleep quickly, my arms still around Justin.