Not Like All The Others

JUSTIN’S POV


Brian and I watch Daphne saying goodbye to her cousin before the three of us board the plane. Brian had decided to stay a few extra days and leave for home at the same time as me and Daphne. He even upgraded our tickets to first class. He said that he didn’t want us out of his sight where we could get into trouble and he would be damned if he sat in coach. We all take a seat and wait for the plane to take off. Brian and I stay quiet for most of the flight. I glance over at Daphne and see her and a guy a few feet away giving each other suggestive looks. I shake my head and smile, amazed at how quickly she forgot about the guy she’d had a fling with in Atlanta. Brian notices my smile.


“What are you so happy about?” he asks me.


“Nothing.” I reply, now directing my smile at him. He reaches over and places his hand on my knee. His tongue in cheek smirk appears before he begins slowly sliding his hand up my leg.


“I bet I can change that.”


He begins rubbing me through my jeans and I feel crotch start to stir. I glance around and once satisfied that nobody is paying attention I begin fondling Brian as well. We continue to feel each other up through our clothes, seeing who will cave first. After a few more moments of the wonderful torture I find myself in desperate need of release. I remove my hands from Brian and move his hand off of me as well. I stand up from my seat and start towards the bathroom, thankful that nobody seems to be paying any attention. I enter the small airplane bathroom and shut the door. A moment later I hear a light knock and I open the door and let Brian in. as soon as the door is closed Brian pulls me into a searing kiss. We brake only when air becomes absolutely necessary, and quickly reconnect once we’ve taken in a breath. Brian makes quick work of my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling them down to my knees. I pull the tail of his shirt out of his pants and slip my hands underneath it, moving them across his chest, wanting to feel his hot skin. I then move down and unfasten his pants, freeing his rock hard member. I reach into his pocket and pull
out one of the condoms that I have learned are always there. He reaches down and takes it from me.


“Turn around.” he whispers huskily in my ear. I do as he says. He begins kissing me on the neck and across the side of my jaw. He brings his fingers up to my mouth. “Get them wet.” Once again I comply. When his fingers are thoroughly coated with saliva he takes them out of my mouth and moves them to my entrance. He pushes inside and begins working me open, preparing me for his cock. After he’s decided I’m slick enough, he quickly sheaths his dick and enters me in one quick thrust. I gasp at the intrusion and the pain caused from not having lube. He holds his body still until I start to push back onto him. He begins thrusting quickly, neither of us planning on drawing this out. His dick hits my prostate and I clutch at the wall. I feel him smile against my neck, before he does it again, harder this time. He continues to hit my prostate as he moves in and out of me. In no time at all I feel myself being pushed over the edge. Brian turns my head and kisses me hard, drowning out the moans before they have time to escape. I shoot my seed onto the wall, almost collapsing from the intensity. I feel Brian jerk behind me and know he’s coming too. He deepens the kiss one final time before slumping against me. Once we’ve caught our breath he pulls out, discards of the condom, and cleans off the wall. We straighten ourselves up and I return to my seat, Brian returning a few minutes later. Once seated I glance back over at Daphne and see that she is now the one shaking her head at me. I give her a toothy grin before leaning back in my seat. I close my eyes and sleep through the rest of the trip.


BRIAN’S POV


Once we land back in glorious old Pittsburgh, Daphne and Justin head off to their houses to deposit their things and I head off to mine to do the same. Before they leave I give Justin my address and phone number and tell him to drop by later that night, so that I can give him a ‘tour’ of my loft. I pick up my jeep and head for the loft. Once there I take the elevator up to my floor. I quickly unlock and slide open the heavy metal door, happy to be home. I unpack my things and walk over to my desk to check my messages before hopping in the shower. There are several from Cynthia, updating me on what happened at work while I was gone, one from a telemarketer asking me to return his call, yeah fucking right, and dozens from Mikey, wanting to know why I’m not home yet, all dating from the day and time I was supposed to be home all the way up until now. Christ, he acts like my mother. Well, maybe not MY mother. She didn’t really give a shit where I was. But definitely like A mother. I listen to as much of the whining as I can stand before cutting the machine off and walking to the bathroom to take my shower. When I get out of the shower, there is a new message on my machine. I pull on some clothes as I listen to it. This time it’s Justin saying he’s on his way over. I start to smile at the thought but quickly wipe it off of my face, reminding myself that I don’t really care about Justin. I am already pretty sure that once Justin finds out that I have no intention to stop tricking that he probably will tell me to fuck off, so there is no need to start getting excited over something that is bound to end soon anyway. But despite my best efforts, the smile returns to my face when I hear a knock on the door. I walk over and pull open the door only to have the smile wiped from my face.


“Where the hell have you been?” Mikey asks me. “You were supposed to be back three days ago! I was worried sick.”


“I needed a fucking vacation so I took some extra days. I don’t have to check up with you to do that. I’m a big boy, I can make decisions all by my self.” I tell him, turning around and walking away.


“But you could have at least called.”


“I didn’t call cause I was hoping that if no one knew when I was coming back, that I could go a day with out being bombarded with a welcome home party. But I obviously underestimated you.” I reply harshly.
He crosses his arms over his chest and begins to pout.


“I was worried. That’s all. Didn’t you check any of my messages?” he says sounding like a kicked puppy. Fuck! Justin’s on his way over. I really don’t want these two to meet.


“Look, Mikey. You really need to go. Come back over tomorrow. You can bitch me out for not calling then.” I tell him hoping that he’ll leave. But of course, he doesn’t.


“But I haven’t seen you in two weeks. I want to spend time with you now. What, do you have something more important to do?” As if on cue, I hear a knock on the door, signaling Justin’s arrival. Michael looks up at me accusingly. I ignore him as I walk over and answer the door. On the other side of the door I find Justin smiling at me. But it doesn’t last for long. “Who is he?” Michael shouts from inside now that he has seen the reason I wanted him to leave.


“None of your business, Michael.” I tell him.


“Did I come at a bad time? Do you want me to leave?” Justin asks me. I shake my head and grab a hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him into the loft.


“No. I told you I was going to give you a tour and I meant it.” I tell him, smiling. He returns the smile and walks further into the house. Michael, taking notice of our interaction, decides to add in his opinion.


“What do you want him here for? He’s just a fucking kid. You’d rather spend time with him then your best friend?” Michael shouts. Justin flinches slightly and I decide that Mikey has just about overstayed his welcome.


“Alright Mikey. Time to go.” I say to him, grabbing him by the arm and leading him to the door. I pull it open and direct him into the hall. He starts to protest but I quickly cut him off. “Later Mikey. See you tomorrow.” I say before shutting the door. I turn my back to the door and lean up against it. He’s going to give me hell over this tomorrow


“Who was that?” Justin asks me, bringing my attention back to him.


“That was Michael. He’s been my best friend since we were fourteen.”


“Well, then why did you kick him out?”


“It’s complicated. You might not understand.”


“Try me.” he says. I sigh and sit down to explain to Justin Michael’s and my relationship and at the same time trying to figure out to explain the ease between Justin and I to Michael.