Making Ends Meet- AU series Part 9/14

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin.
Other Characters:Lindsay, Mel, Ted, Gus, Micheal, Emmett.
Summary:
A freak injury forces 40-year-old Brian Kinney to do something he never thought he would ever do: seek unemployment benefits. When he loses his job as a mechanic, will he ultimately wind up gaining something else much more precious?
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Part 9

"Like it?" Justin beams as Brian stands with his eyes closed and his head tilted back under a spray of nice warm water in the shower.

"Fuck, I love it!" Brian whispers under his breath, enjoying the soothing effect of the water on his back and the invigorating sensation of Justin's lips around his cock. He keeps rocking back and forth with every sucking motion, letting soft, contented moans escape his lips as Justin begins to lick his heavy balls and move on to tease his slit. That's when his cries became louder and more passionate. He sticks his fingernails into the tender flesh of Justin's shoulders, not caring about the red marks he might leave there. Then he releases his load deep into Justin's throat and leans his forehead against the shower tiles as Justin climbs back up and presses their lips together, leaving Brian's taste on his own tongue.

"God, you're insatiable," Brian points out as they walk out of the shower back into the bedroom, still naked and dripping water onto the hardwood floor.

"Speak for yourself," Justin replies with a smirk as he's browsing through a drawer in his dresser. "Here, try this," he says as he throws a pair of black, sleek briefs in Brian's direction.

"I think all this fucking and sucking has messed with your brain, Taylor," Brian says with a raised eyebrow. "No offense, I already noticed you're well-equipped, but there's no way in hell I'm going to fit into these." He picks the piece of underwear up off the floor, feeling the smooth, silky fabric between his fingers while he's slightly caressing the Armani tag.

"Fuck you, asshole," Justin fires back. "Those aren't mine. It was… it was supposed to be a going away present for James. He was about your size," he continues quietly.

Brian swallows hard and picks up his own clothes and his $2.99 Target black briefs
from the floor where he'd left them before in a frenzy. He knows he shouldn't care because, hell, he and Justin just met a couple of days ago. They don't owe each other anything. They're not committed to each other. They're not even in a relationship. Brian shrugs.

"Who's James?" he blurts out anyway.

"A guy," Justin says. "But I think these will fit you." He smiles seductively, moving towards Brian.

"I don't need any handouts," Brian suddenly snaps, ignoring the fact that Justin is still naked and is standing in front of him, all glistening and radiant after their shower.

"No one's offering you anything." Justin steps back, sounding a bit apologetic.

Brian puts the rest of his clothes back on in silence, trying to avoid Justin's eyes.

"I better go now," he says eventually.

"I was about to order in some Thai. I'm fucking hungry. Care to join me?" Justin's voice trembles.

"Naw… I don't think it's a good idea." Brian shakes his head and moves towards the door.

Please don't beg him to stay. Don't make a fool of yourself. Justin thinks.

"It was great." Brian's voice sounds annoyingly scrumptious to Justin's ear.

So please stay a voice echoes inside Justin's head. He doesn't say anything out loud because he knows that if he opens up his mouth he will either burst into tears or say something stupid and totally embarrassing.

"Yeah. Well…" Brian huffs and walks out of Justin's loft, slamming the metal door behind him.

TBC…