Not Like All The Others

BRIAN’S POV


I don’t know exactly when I got into the habit of watching Justin sleep. I just know that I had caught myself doing it more and more often. Anytime that he would go to sleep before me or wake up after me. Like tonight. We had just finished a hot, steamy, sex session. It was still early in the evening so I wasn’t tired. Normally, I probably would have been at Woody’s of Babylon looking for a trick. But instead here I lay with my head resting on the pillow, watching his chest rise and fall with a steady rhythm. I reach out my hand and run it lightly through his soft, blonde hair, careful not to wake him up. He looks like an angel when he sleeps. God I’m sappy when I’m around him.


A knock on my door brings me out of my thoughts. I curse as I climb out of bed and quickly pull on some sweats, wanting to answer the door before whoever it is wakes Justin up. Lately it seemed like there was always someone banging on my door, wanting to know when I had gotten home. Earlier today it was the munchers. So, that makes only one person I haven’t seen yet. I hurry over to the door and pull it open. And I am immediately pulled into a deathly tight hug.

“Deb, let me go.” I demand calmly, despite the fact that my air supply is being cut off. She holds on for a second longer before releasing me. She kisses me on the cheek before taking a step back. I reach up to wipe off the lipstick that I know she left there.

“Sorry. Michael told me you were back. Weren’t you supposed to be back a few days ago?” she asks me.

“I needed a vacation. So I stayed a few extra days.” I tell her. She nods her head.

“I can understand that. I could probably use one myself. Anyway, I just came by to tell you that I’m glad you’re back home and also to tell you I expect you to be at the family dinner tomorrow.” she says to me. I tell her I’ll be there and she pops me on the cheek before turning to leave. She’s almost at the door when Justin calls out from the bedroom.

“Brian, I …” he says as he staggers down the stairs and stops when he sees that there is someone else in the room. At least he pulled some pants on before he came down. Debbie looks over at me questioningly.

“Debbie, this is Justin. Justin, Debbie.” I introduce them quickly before looking over to Justin. “I’ll be up there in a second okay.” He nods his head and waves returns to the bedroom. I turn back to Debbie and see her gazing at me with a surprised smile. “What?” I ask her.

“You know his name? I thought that was against your rules.” she replies, her smile growing even bigger.

“Yeah, well, he doesn’t count.” I tell her as I pull open the door indicating for her to leave.

“Of course not.” she says as she steps into the hall and then turns around and continues, “I expect to see you at the dinner tomorrow, and I also expect you to bring your friend, since the rules you break with him don’t count.” She turns and gets onto the elevator. I shut the door and walk back to the bedroom. I collapse onto the bed next to Justin.

“Sorry. I didn’t know anyone was here.” he apologizes. I reach over and pull him into a tight embrace.

“It’s okay.” I reassure him. He relaxes in my arms. “Oh and before I forget, you have to come and meet my surrogate family tomorrow.” He raises his head and looks at me as if I just suggested that he eat pussy.

“I do. Why?”

“Deb’s orders and if you don’t show up she’ll castrate the both of us.” I explain. A nervous look crosses his face. “Hey, don’t worry, they don’t bite.” I say attempting to calm him. At least I hope they wont.


JUSTIN’S POV


When Brian dropped me off yesterday we decided that he’d come pick me up before the dinner instead of me meeting him somewhere. I finish getting ready as I hear his car pull up in front of my house. I run down the stairs so that I can answer the door before my mom does. I reach it right as Brian knocks. I yell goodbye to my mom and practically push Brian towards the car. Brian having heard me saying goodbye to my mother does not put up much of a fight about leaving. We get into the car and head to Debbie’s house. I ring my hands together in my lap and tug on the hem of my shirt, finding it almost impossible to stay still. Brian notices and places his hand on my knee. I calm slightly but am still more nervous than I have ever been before in my life.

“Relax. It’ll be okay. If anyone should be worried about facing the firing squad it’s me.” he assures me.


After Debbie told Brian that he had to bring me to the family dinner, I had noticed that he was quieter than usual for a good part of the night. I finally asked him what was wrong and that is when he told me about his reputation, his rules, and his over all attitude on love. He said that his fucked up little family was used to it so they would more than likely give him hell about me. Although he had said that his family was used to him sleeping around a lot, he didn’t make any verification about whether or not he was going to keep doing it now that he and I were… well, whatever we are. I was too afraid to ask him. I really don’t want to hear him say that he isn’t going to stop.


We continue to drive the rest of the way in silence. Brian squeezes my knee every now and then to comfort me, even though I can tell that he is as nervous as I am, even if he’s better at hiding it. But the closer we get to the house the more his anxiety begins to show. My apprehension grows as well as I think about the members of his family I have already met. I didn’t know Debbie well enough to like or dislike her nor was she at the house long enough for me to determine her feelings towards me. But Michael on the other hand, his feelings about me were made painfully obvious. There was the one run in we had with each other at Brian’s loft but on top of that, Brian told me about what happened at the diner. He also said that they had made up but I was still on edge about him. By the time we pull up in front of the house I am a nervous wreck. Brian and I walk together to the door. When we are on the porch I stare down at the ground and try to find something interesting to focus my attention on. Brian grabs a hold of my chin and raises my eyes to his. He leans his forehead against mine and runs his thumb over my cheek.

“Relax, okay.” he says once again. “I’ll be in there with you.” He leans down and brushes a feather light kiss across my lips. Someone clears their throat beside us and we pull away from each other, directing our attention to the door that we didn’t even heat open. An older man stands in the door way with an amused grin on his face.

“Are you two ready to come inside or would you like me to leave you alone for a minute.” he asks us, his smile growing even wider. I feel myself blush but Brian only returns the man’s smile before nudging me towards the door. I enter the house and pray that I make it through the evening.


BRIAN’S POV


Justin and I follow Vic into the house. We head into the kitchen where I know I will find Debbie. When she notices Justin and me, she grabs me and pulls me into a hug and after releasing me does the same to Justin.

“Um, Debbie, I think he needs to breathe now. Can you let him go?”

“Sorry about that sweetie.” she tells Justin as she lets him go. “You two make yourselves at home. Dinner will be ready soon.” she waves us in the direction of the living room. I stop to talk to Vic, wanting to stall as long as possible before presenting Justin to everyone else. When Debbie tells everyone that the food is done, Justin and I sit down next to each other at the table. I glance over at him and can tell that he is nervous. I rest my hand on his leg underneath the table to calm his nerves. Michael is the first one to come in the room. I immediately feel Justin tense up.

“What did you bring him for?” Mikey asks me, but only with mild annoyance and not with the spitefulness that was present before our little talk.

“Your mother said that I had to or she would be serving my balls as an appetizer tonight.” I reply. He chuckles slightly. I can still tell that Justin is tense. “Justin, you remember Michael right?” I ask him. He nods his head. “The two of you kind of got off on the wrong foot.” I say, trying to urge Michael to say something. He finally catches on.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I had a bad day.” he says to the both of us.

“It’s okay.” Justin answers him. I just nod my head. I feel Justin start to relax. Then Ben comes up behind Michael and wraps his arms around him. He sees Justin and introduces himself before he and Michael take the seats across from Justin and me. We carry on casual conversation until the rest of the family begins to file into the room.


JUSTIN’S POV


God I am so fucking nervous. I’m surprised that I can even sit still. I think the only reason that I can is because I’m afraid if I start fidgeting I’ll look like an idiot. I was dreading meeting Brian’s friends even thought so far it hadn’t been that bad. There was Debbie. She’s nice. A little colorful and a lot unusual, but nice none the less. Then there was Vic. I liked him a lot. Even Michael didn’t seem to mind that I was there. I also met Michael’s boyfriend, Ben. They sat across from us and we talked while we waited for the others, or more so while they waited, I was in no hurry. I found out that Debbie is Michael’s mom and Vic is his uncle. Ben told me that he was a professor at a college. I also found out that both he and Vic were positive. We continued to talk and I had actually started to calm down a little when the others began to join us.


First, there was a tall, skinny, very flamboyant man. When he came into the room and saw me he put his hands up to his mouth and ran over to where I was sitting.

“Oh my God. You are absolutely adorable.” he practically squealed, as he put one hand on each side of my face to turn my head for me to look at him. Brian reached out from behind me and plucked his hands off of my cheeks, dropping them back by the man’s side. An amused grin crosses the man’s face.

“Emmett this is Justin, Justin this flaming fairy is Emmett.” Brian introduced us.

“It is so nice to meet you, baby.” Emmett says leaning down and draping his arm around my neck, just for the sake of making Brian remove it, which he did. Emmett’s amused smirk grows even bigger and I can’t help but smile back. Emmett straitens back up before taking the seat next to me, probably so he can continue to touch me and get on Brian’s nerves. The next people to come into the room are to women, one blonde, the other brunette. Brian introduces them as Lindsey and Melanie and then tells them my name. Lindsey smiles and shakes my hand and Melanie makes a comment about being surprised Brian even knows my name. He responds by calling her a frigid bitch.

“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, they don’t get along well.” Emmett leans over and whispers in my ear. I can tell. Lindsey and Melanie sit down at the table. Lindsey tells me that she is an art teacher and I tell her that I want to go to PIFA. The two of us connect pretty well because of the common interest. The last person to come into the room is a fairly boring looking man. This time it is Emmett who introduces me. He tells me the man’s name is Ted. As he tells Ted my name he sets his hand on my shoulder. Brian waits until he doesn’t think anyone is looking and once again removes it. The smiles that grace the faces at the table tell me that Brian wasn’t as tactful about that as he would have liked to have been. Debbie and Vic join us and everyone begins to eat.


The night goes so much better than I would have expected. Nobody seemed to mind that I was there and after a while I even became comfortable enough to join in on the conversation. Lindsey and I talked about art, Emmett talked about clothes and men, Debbie talked about food, Michael talked about comics, and Brian just pretty much made sarcastic remarks about what everybody else said. They all seemed like they were used to it. Emmett continued to put his hands on my every time the opportunity presented itself and Brian continued to take them off of me when he didn’t think anyone would notice.


After everyone finished eating, Lindsey, Melanie, and Ted all said their goodbyes and left. The rest of us went into the living room and talked. After a while I ask Debbie where the bathroom is and excuse myself. I use the restroom and as I turn to go back down stairs, I am surprised by the door opening. Brian comes into the bathroom and shuts the door behind him. He walks up to me and pushes me back against the counter. He leans down and kisses me, lightly at first but harder as he continues. I return the kiss, parting my lips to allow his tongue entrance. He wraps his arms around my waist and runs his hands under my shirt and over the skin on my lower back. We continue kissing for a minute before he moves his hands to the front of me and begins to undo my pants. Once he has them unfastened he pushes them down to my knees and moves his hands to my ass. Without warning he quickly picks me up and sets me on the counter. He moves his mouth to my neck, sucking hard on the sensitive skin. I know that I am going to have a mark there later. He pulls my pants off the rest of the way and unbuttons his. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out lube and a condom. He prepares both of us quickly and places himself at my hole. He pushes in with one fluid motion. The sex is fast and hard, with him pounding into me and me gripping at the edge of the counter. Brian continuously hits my prostate causing me to buck wildly. Before long Brian pushes us both over the edge. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck, riding out my orgasm, and he buries his face into my shoulder. After we come down from our post sex high, we clean up and head back down stairs. Everyone looks at us with knowing smiles, fully aware of what we were up to. I feel my face start to turn red. Brian tells them that we have to leave and we all say our goodbyes. Everyone says that it was nice to meet me. Emmett gets up and gives me hug, making it so that any attempt by Brian to pry him off would be obvious, so instead Brian just glares at him. We make out way to the car and begin the drive back to my house. After a few minutes Brian speaks up.

“Well, that went better than planned. So, now that you have met my family are you going to expect me to meet yours?” he says.

“Do you want to meet mine?”

“No. Not really.” he answers. I laugh. Then a thought crosses my mind.

“Brian, what about your real family? They weren’t there.”

“Yeah. We aren’t exactly close.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t want to talk about now.” Brian answers quickly.

“Okay.” I allow him to drop the subject. He’ll tell me when he’s ready. We pull up in front of my house and Brian leans over and kisses me on the cheek.

“Later, baby.” he tells me as I climb out of the jeep. I blush and tell him I’ll see him later. Then I turn and walk towards my house. Brian doesn’t pull away until I’m inside.