The Biggest Prick in Pittsburgh- AU series part 8/12

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin.
Other Characters:Vic, Debbie, Micheal, Ben, Rodney.
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A/N:This is NOT a WIP. I'll be posting regularly.
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Part 8

"You care a lot about Vic, don't you?" Justin turns to Brian on their drive back home.

"Of course I do," Brian answers.

"He obviously cares about you,” Justin says.

"He's alright." Brian says matter-of-factly with his hands firmly gripping the wheel.

"He gave me my first fake ID when I was fifteen,” he suddenly volunteers as they keep on driving. Justin sits still while Brian elaborates. “It was Vic's old ID, but he said he didn't need it anymore because he had ‘paid his dues.’ I don't think I fully understood what it meant back then, but Vic made it possible for Michael and me to get into Babylon, so that’s all we cared about at the time.” He smiles in recollection. “Fuck, I can still remember how the bouncer at the door told me I looked great for my age, despite the fact I was born in 1947. Obviously he knew better, but he let me in anyway." Brian smirks with a dry, short laugh.

"Was that the club Vic took us to the night I met him?" Justin asks.

"The same; yup, it still stands," Brian says.

"Sounds fascinating, but I think it's not the only reason you feel that way about Vic, or why he feels the same way about you, is it, Brian?" Justin prods softly.

Brian quickly shifts his eyes from the traffic to gaze over at Justin and then turns his head again, pulling his lips inward.

"It's not my story you're writing, Sunshine. I'm not the hero here; Vic is. Anything else is just the back story. I don't expect you to write it into the article," he says, trying to maintain a stern, businesslike voice.

"You don't have to keep anything from me, Brian, not anymore. Not that I'll use it in the article, obviously," Justin replies. "But it would be interesting to learn more about that part of you that I'm still not all that familiar with."

"I thought there weren’t any parts of me you're not familiar with anymore, twat," Brian smirks.

"Well, that depends," Justin fires back with a grin.

"Care to explain?" Brian raises an eyebrow.

"I think you know, Brian." Justin says quietly.

Brian sighs wearily. "I told you, I want you safe. I know how much you want me to fuck you bareback, but it's not up for discussion at the moment." Brian is clearly agitated at Justin for bringing the subject up.

"Does it have anything to do with Vic?" Justin presses him anyway.

"Why do you ask?" Brian responds a little curtly.

"I don't know, but when Vic told me what happened to his lover, Roberto, I thought it might have something to do with him. I thought he spoke to you about it and warned you,” Justin surmises.

"Vic Grassi was the fucking, original Stud of Liberty Avenue in case you're wondering. He made sure we're careful, but most of the time he didn't have time for sex education lectures. He was too busy fucking, especially after he returned here to the Pitts," Brian advises.

"Pain management,” Justin wisely points out.

"I guess you could say that. But for us – the young kids of Liberty – it was the hottest thing ever. We wanted to be like him. Well, at least I did. I wanted what he had. I wanted to forget the pain and just have a quick, hot, release with no strings attached. I wanted to forget the guy's name the minute I pulled out of him. I wanted the title, but it belonged to Vic, at least until he decided to take a step back," Brian says in a low voice.

"So, what happened? Why did he have a change of heart?" Justin wonders.

"I think he should tell you that, if you can make him tell you, that is,” Brian replies quietly as he steers the jeep into the familiar, winding driveway of their home.

Justin lets himself out of the car and closes the door, but before he can take the short walk over to the house Brian stops him and grabs his arm. Justin complies right away, ready for a much welcomed, passionate tongue-wrestling match with his lover before they enter their home, but to his surprise Brian pulls back and leans into him with a gentle move, pressing his lips to Justin's ear as he lets out a faint, almost inaudible "I love you" that makes Justin shutter with joy and mold himself against Brian's body, wrapping his arms around his lover’s strong back. Brian pulls back again just slightly, and then, looking into Justin's eyes in the near darkness he lets out a second, less tentative "I love you," followed by a deep, uncompromising kiss which forces Justin to rise to his tiptoes and hang onto Brian so he doesn't lose himself in that unexpected display of intense, profound emotion.

As they reluctantly break off the kiss they realize they're still standing on the threshold, not even in the hallway, so they hurry inside so they won't freeze to death.

They barely make the short trip to the top of the stairs and into their bedroom. The soft rustling of discarded clothes and their own bated breaths entice them even more as they finally throw themselves onto the mattress, pulling the duvet to one side.

Justin lay flat on his back as his calves brush against Brian's waist. He pulls his legs up and presses them onto Brian's shoulders as Brian leans into the petite frame underneath him, putting his hands on either side of Justin's face and tracing every bit of exposed skin with his tongue, catching every bit of raw emotion with his eyes.

"You sure?" he whispers under his breath eventually, Justin’s breathing ragged with lust and need.

"Yeah…" Justin gasps out. He wiggles under Brian's muscular, wiry body to adjust his position.

"Do it! Fuck me!" he groans. He's almost overcome with lust, but he keeps his eyes open as his fingers slide softly up and down Brian's chiseled face from his forehead to his chin.

"I want to fuck you bareback… come so hard inside your tight, little ass," Brian growls out the words he's told Justin so many times before, only to pull back before resorting to the protection of a condom. Is this time finally going to be different, Justin wonders?

At this point Brian can't tell if it's his dick that's throbbing like thunder, or if it's Justin's. Or maybe it’s the beating of their hearts. The thought of them lying together like that, pulse to pulse, heartbeat to heartbeat, somehow feels even more mind-blowing to him than the thought of an impending, potential bareback fucking session with Justin.

"Come on, ‘s okay, we're both negative," Justin urges him, his blue eyes wide and expressive.

They're so close. He wants it too much. It would really be fucking disappointing to back down now. Brian can almost feel the first ring of muscles around Justin's opening, vibrating and pulsing furiously. That's how close he's gotten to him. Yet it's his fingers that play around and stretch the already wet, silky pucker, not his throbbing cock. Justin lets out a low groan, obviously ready to explode with need and anticipation, but Brian knows it's more than that.


What the fuck? Why is he hesitating, then? He's the reigning stud of Liberty Avenue; he is the one that still holds the title. He is the one that learned from the master, so why is it so hard to let go? There's nothing more that he wants. There could only be so many tricks. Isn't this worth the sacrifice? Isn't JUSTIN worth the sacrifice? Even Vic eventually learned that lesson the hard way.

God! So HARD!

What is he waiting for?

TBC…