Temptation- AU Series Part 3/6

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Part 3

The next afternoon…Art Gallery


"Where have you been? I've been calling you all day, but your phone kept going to voice mail.” Justin sighs imperceptibly as he stands in the middle of the gallery; Charles' voice sounds hurt on the other end of the line.
"I've been busy at the gallery; the show is opening in three days,” Justin endeavors to explain, wondering how convincing he sounds. After living together for a year now, Charles knows him fairly well.

"What's going on, Justin?" Charles asks pointedly, clearly unconvinced.

Fuck. Justin's heart skips a beat. He should have known better. He should have kept Brian away. He should have resisted that temptation. He should never have broken a promise.

“Uh…” There was no point in trying to hide his indiscretion. Justin feels as if Charles can see right through him, even though he’s on the other end of the line and thousands of miles away.

“I’m coming to get you, Justin," Charles replies as he’s met with stony silence, his voice sounding cold as ice.

"No, please, don't! You… you can't!” Justin protests. “I've been waiting a long time for this opportunity. It's a major art show…" Justin feels as if he's grasping at straws.

“Justin, I want to know what’s going on,” Charles persists, his voice low and wary. Justin opens his mouth, desperately trying to figure out what to say, how to explain, when he is miraculously saved – at least for the time being – when the gallery owner interrupts him.

“Justin, there you are!” Martin Black gushes out with a smile as Justin holds the phone away from his ear briefly. The effusive 50ish man rushes up to him and frowns. “Is everything all right? You look a little pale; do you need some water?" His mouth forms into an “O” as he exclaims in understanding, “Oh, I didn’t realize you were on the phone.”

Justin rushes to take advantage of the interruption as he quickly places the phone back to his ear to tell his partner, “Charles, I have to go; the gallery owner needs me. I’ll call you back later.” Before his partner can respond, he quickly snaps the phone shut, knowing he will have to confront what he has done sooner or later.

He smiles weakly at the gallery owner as he informs him, “I’ll be okay. I think I need some fresh air,” he pleads, walking outside after promising to return soon.

_ _ _ _ _


Back in Justin’s hotel suite…


"Kinney,” a badly needed voice answers at the other end of the line. Brian is presently working overtime in his office in an attempt to woo a potentially lucrative client, but when he hears the familiar voice on the other end of the phone, his mind is instantly shifted elsewhere.

"Brian…Hi, it’s Justin, I… I can't stay here anymore.” Justin is lying lengthwise on the couch, his phone nestled in the crook of his neck

Brian’s ears perk up. “What are you talking about? Why?”

“It’s Charles. He suspects something’s going on, and now he’s coming out here to ‘retrieve me.’” Justin pauses in regret. “I…I won't be able to see you again. I hope you understand what we did can’t happen again; it was a mistake. But… for what it’s worth, I want you to know that everything he told me about you was true."

He presses his lips tightly together, recalling his and Brian’s evening alone and the astounding information Brian had divulged to him when he had mentioned who his partner was. He found out that not only did Brian know who Charles was, he had actually fucked with his partner a few years ago; literally. It had apparently been a one-night stand, a brief encounter, but it served to prove what a small world it really was. Somehow, however, he couldn’t say he was surprised; Brian was quite unforgettable.

Brian frowned. “He told you about… me?" he asked.

“Well, I didn’t put two and two together at first,” Justin admitted. “I had forgotten what your name was when he mentioned it. But after you told me how you knew Charles, I remembered when we first met how he had gone on and on about this guy he had met at a bar…and how amazing the sex had been that night.” Justin blushed at the thought; it was weird in a way, knowing that he and his own partner had shared the same man. But now that he had knowledge of Brian’s prowess first hand, he had to admit that Charles had not been exaggerating.

Brian harrumphs. "Well, I guess he’s forgotten the first rule of gay etiquette, then."

"What do you mean?” Justin knows he will regret asking, but he has to know anyway.

"Never talk about your past fucks,” Brian explains cryptically as he pauses. "Especially if your current fuck is your former fuck’s boyfriend,” he continues.

Justin sucks in a breath, slightly hurt. "Is that all I was to you? Just a fuck?" He whispers back painfully, not sure if he's still reeling over the realization Brian had fucked Charles years ago, or by the fact that he and Brian just fucked last night. Either way, he feels completely deflated and lost.

"Well… I wouldn't mind it too much if it was more than that,” Brian admits quietly. “But we obviously can't have that right now, can we? I know your husband all too well…" Brian's voice softens like it did when he and Justin were together, and it immediately makes the blond’s dick harden in reaction as he lies there, the television set volume on low just to keep him company and take his mind off his other worries.

Justin can’t help the soft groan that bubbles out of his lips as he admits above barely a whisper, "God, I want you inside me so badly right now…”

"Fuck, what was that, Justin?" Brian groans back, feeling his own dick instantly rising on alert. Just the thought of making love to the blond again makes him horny as hell.

Justin moans softly as he unzips his pants and pulls them down along with his briefs, the denim pooling around his thighs as he releases his cock and grips it with his right hand to begin languidly stroking it. “I said, I need you, Brian. I need you inside me. Why are so you far away from me?” he asks him plaintively, missing his touch, his voice, his smell desperately.

“Doesn’t matter,” Brian purrs throatily into the phone. “Are you lying down, Justin?”

Justin breathes out, “Yessss…I’m on the couch, thinking of you touching me. God, Brian…”

Brian closes his eyes in repressed frustration, imagining Justin lying on the hotel suite’s couch, hot and horny; he can hear the blond’s soft pants over the phone as he nods in realization that Justin must be feeling exactly the same way. “I’m hovering over your body right now, Justin,” he whispers back to him. “The lights are all turned off in the room, because the brightness from the skyscrapers outside are all the illumination we need. Fuck, you look so amazing under that light!” he tells him as Justin whimpers in response, continuing to stroke himself. “Your skin practically glows,” he tells him as he, too, reaches inside his jeans to free his rock-hard cock from his briefs. He holds the cell phone with his left hand as his right hand slowly trails down his chest to settle on his own dick, curling around it as he slowly strokes the hot flesh and imagines Justin’s smaller hand expertly moving up and down the silky, pulsating skin. He bites his lip to hold back the slutty moan that threatens to escape from deep in his throat, astounded by how much lust merely the idea of being again with Justin produces.

“What are you doing now?” Justin urges him huskily, his hand slowly picking up speed on his cock as he wedges his cellphone between the curve of his neck and the back of the couch.

“I’m kissing you, tongue fucking you, crawling inside you,” Brian growls. “Fuck, you taste so good!” he tells him as his own pace quickens. “As we kiss, I continue to stroke you to hardness, until you beg me to stop so you can come with me deep inside you.”

“Yes….” Justin moans as his own hand pauses while he imagines Brian rising up to prepare him for penetration.

“I reach over and grab the lube from the table, along with a condom,” Brian continues in a low voice as he continues to slide his hand up and down on his shaft, now lubricated with some of the cum trickling from the tip. “I squeeze some of it on your fingers and tell you to get ready. Are you doing it, Justin? Are you getting ready for my great big cock to thrust inside your sweet, tight ass?”

“Oh, God, Brian….Yes…”

“Do it,” Brian orders quietly, his voice ragged with desire. “Finger yourself. Push them into your tight little hole and get ready for me. I’m going to fuck you so hard…”

“Aghhhh,” Justin groans at the delicious thought. “Oh…” Using his own pre-cum to slicken his fingers, Justin pushes one finger inside, then another, pausing for a moment to adjust as he tells his telephone lover, “Ah, Brian…Feels so good…You feel good…”

Brian’s pace quickens slightly as he nods, his eyes closed in the relative darkness as he imagines himself about to plunge back into that most wondrous of places. “Yes…I’m rising up to pierce you right now, Justin. I’m pushing inside…And I’m ramming my cock deep inside you, roughly, possessively, almost violently, because that’s the way you want it tonight, isn’t it?” Brian demands.

Justin moans loudly as he begins to finger fuck himself in earnest, imagining it was Brian’s hot dick instead. He crooks his fingers to hit his sweet spot, almost able to feel Brian’s lips on his as they began to thrust and parry together as one. “Yes…Yes…Harder,” he urges him as his body rises and falls off the couch, spurred on by the sounds of Brian’s soft moans coming through the phone.

“I’m…I’m ramming into you so hard, Justin,” Brian grunts. “You’re going to feel me for a week; you’re getting harder and harder as I reach down and squeeze your dick and start stroking it in time with my thrusts…You can’t hold out much longer. I can feel your body tensing up and your heart beating so fucking fast as you get ready to explode all over me…”

Justin’s toes curl and his eyes squeeze shut as he increases his speed. “Yes…Oh, fuck!” He yells as he feels the impending signal that his body cannot hold out any longer. “Brian…!” His body arches up off the couch as the milky white stream violently spurts out of him as he gasps over the intensity of it. The eruption is so strong he momentarily drops the phone, hearing Brian letting forth with an orgasm of his own as he flops back down onto the couch, spent and sticky, his chest heaving up and down as he struggles to regain any normal sense of breathing.

Lying there for a few moments, he finally reaches down blindly by his side to locate his cell phone and bring it back up to his ear, his hair stuck to his sweaty skin. “Oh, my God,” he finally manages to huff out breathlessly. “That…that was fucking amazing,” he tells Brian at last. “I’ve never….” His face turns red as he realizes what he was about to admit before he promptly shuts up. But it was too late; Brian instantly knows what he is trying to say.

The brunet smiles almost smugly as he replies, “You’ve never had phone sex before, have you?” Silence ensues, but he can hear the soft pants of breath coming from the phone. “Justin?”

“No,” is the soft admission. “Charles…He never wanted to.”

Brian shakes his head in amazement. The man had someone that young, hot, and beautiful at his beck and call and he didn’t want to take advantage of every opportunity to experience sex with him? No wonder Justin wanted his company while he was on this trip! Deep inside, however, he urgently hopes there is more to what just happened than just a need for a sexual release, however. “Well, then, Charles Lambert is an even bigger fool than I thought,” he utters in disgust. “Because that was incredible, Justin…”

“Brian…” the blond murmurs in embarrassment, secretly pleased that Brian thought so, however. “I…I had no idea I could come that hard just from the sound of a voice.”

“You mean my voice.” It isn’t a question; it’s a statement. “Say it, Justin,” he finds himself demanding quietly, needing to know the truth. He has the feeling that while Charles is certainly good looking enough in a cosmopolitan sort of way, he somehow knows he would never engender the same kind of blazing passion that exists between him and Justin; at least he hopes so. He doesn’t even realize he is holding his breath until Justin finally answers.

"Yeah,” Justin admits as he lies there, a lazy sort of grin on his face. “Your voice.”

Brian smiles, pleased. “Me, too,” he finds himself surprisingly admitting as he, too, tries to calm down his erratic heartbeat. He has never experienced something so amazing without having someone physically there beside him; the fact that Justin can make him come so hard merely by the sounds he was making, and the way he had said his name, is both exhilarating as well as scary.

Justin beams over Brian’s confession, feeling some heady sense of power. He glances over at the clock as he admits, “That…That was incredible, Brian. But I still want you inside me for real this time.”

There was silence on the other end of the line until Brian finally asks, “What about good old Charles, your hubby?”

"He's not my husband,” Justin points out curtly, a little peeved that Brian makes it sound like he’s the man’s property. “I don’t belong to him,” he adds stiffly. “I can do what I want to do – and I want to ‘do’ you.”

He thinks he hears Brian chuckle on the other end before the brunet responds. “Well, then, by all means, Mr. Taylor, indulge yourself.”

TBC…