guavejuice | The Artist and the Weightlifter

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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Justin's POV
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-An apartment building in Charlotte North Carolina, mid February-

"That's it, I'm outte here!" The guy in my living room almost spits in my face after I asked him if he would kindly move his body just slightly to the side so I could get a better view of his cock.

"Wait just a minute there. Our session is not over yet, plus I've already paid you for the full Forty Five minutes. You can't just walk out on me like that!" I put my paint palette and brushes aside while I try to sound calm and collected.

"Oh yeah? Watch me ! " the guy snorts. He gets up from the sofa, grabs his clothes from the floor and runs to the door.

"Hey, don't fuck with me!" I warn him but he doesn't look too impressed. "It was a lousy gig anyway," he mutters "Oh and next time turn the heat on in this place. It's freezing in here. My dick almost fell off," he adds arrogantly before slamming the door behind him. Bitch! His dick wasn't all that either.

FUCK! What do I do now? My first group show is in less than two weeks and I HAVE to finish this canvas or else I would never be able to land another deal with any gallery in town. That's not even the worst part. The worst part is that if I won't have at least one decent show under my belt I would never be able to realize my dream and travel to NYC and become an established artist. No, scratch that. The worst part is that my jerk of a boyfriend just damped me yesterday over a fucking WhatsApp message. Yes, On Valentine's Day of all days, just like that. THERE, I said it. And did I mention that my 30th birthday is in couple of days as well? Shit happens. It sucks. The fucker said he needed space. And more time. Fuck that. It's not as if we were about to walk down the aisle. We merely discussed the possibility of us looking for a place together since he spent most of the week at my place and I stayed with him at his parents' farm up north over the weekends so we thought the next practical step would be to get a place together. He never expressed any objections to the idea or said we needed to TALK before. On the contrary. In the week prior to said doomed message he began showering me with (cheep) romantic gestures and 'sweet nothings'.

I may have been blinded by all this and left the door open too wide for him to decide he wanted out BUT it couldn't have been ALL my fault. The jerk. He knew I was getting really busy with all the preparations for my first art show. He saw I was up to my ass in canvases and paint. He KNEW I had a few male models over. HE said he was okay with that, so what was he thinking?

So now I'm left here with a half finished canvas, with only this guy's half naked torso and only the tip of his cock outlined on the white stretched course fabric. FUCK IT! The guy wasn't all that inspiring anyway and his body was not made for classical figurative painting but at least with him sitting for me I might have had the chance to finish the Six canvases I'm supposed to present in the show. Now it would never happen. Fuck that model. Fuck my newly ex boyfriend. Fuck all of them. I don't need them anymore. ANY of them.
Yeah, right, who am I kidding? My phone rings and my heart almost skips a beat when I notice the caller ID.

"Sean?" my voice trembles against my better judgment as I finally answer him. The fucker just damped me yesterday without even having the guts to say it to my face and now I shiver like a leaf when he calls me? Hell no!

"Are you home? I gotta stop by to pick up some of my stuff," he huffs dryly.
The NURVE of this guy. I can't fucking believe it.

Stay strong Justin, don't you dare lose it I keep telling myself inwardly.

"I was actually just leaving," I mutter in response even though I don't exactly have anywhere to go.

"It's okay, I still have the key," the scumbag says.

Forget it mister!

" Don't bother, I've changed the locks already," I lie through my teeth. It's not a complete lie if the other party puts you in an impossible position, is it?

"Whatever," he doesn't even attempt to continue the conversation.

Before I get a chance to say anything he hangs up. Stupid asshole. I might as well be better off without him.

I throw my phone on the coffee table before I throw myself on the sofa with my head between my knees.
After a few minutes I lift myself up, run my fingers through my hair and decide to go out for a while after all.
_ _ _ _ _

-An hour later, Downtown Charlotte-

What the fuck am I doing in a sports bar? I mean… considering that the only competitive sport I ever participated in was a spelling Bee in like Third grade. Even back then I could feel how the rest of the kids glared at me in disapproval. Everyone but my best friend Daphne that is. I wish she was here now but she's half way across the world running a wild life sanctuary in New Zealand or something.

Anyway I might as well just order something to eat while I'm at it. I approach the bar area and take a sit.

" Can I get you anything?'" A red haired women smacks her gum in front of me.
I quickly scan the menu that's written in white chalk on a blackboard above the counter.

"I'll have the spicy Buffalo wings with a side of onion rings," I answer her. What the hell, I might as well enjoy myself. The women nods without much fanfare and turns away to place my order in the kitchen as I just sit there gazing around. A group of loud beer chugging breeders cheer as they watch the big screen TV from their place in a booth at the corner . Fuck me, What was I thinking? There's no way I could survive an evening at this place. Why the hell isn't there one decent gay bar in downtown Charlotte?

"Here you go," The red haired lady turns to me about Ten minutes later when she puts the plate of food in front of me. I mutter a polite thank you and reach out for the plate to take a bite.
"Can we get another round over here Debs?" A deep rich-yet raspy- voice startles me from behind. "Coming right up Bri," the women winks at the person behind me. Okay now, this evening might not be a total failure after all. I feel I must turn around to see who is this Bri guy. For all I know he could be as straight as they come but I simply can't resist his enticing voice. The problem is I'm half way through my spicy Buffalo wings. I wouldn't be caught dead chewing my food with my fingers covered in BBQ spicy sauce while staring at other men. My mama taught me well. She may have had her reservation the first time I came out to her at Seventeen but it's been almost Ten years since then. Some things have changed.

It's now or never. I know I must make a move. I wreck my brain trying to come up with one of those 'I-dropped-my napkin-' tricks so I could bend over and steel a glance at the guy while I'm at it but there are no proper napkins here. There are only plain paper napkins and they are no good for the 'dropped napkin' trick.

To my utter surprise the guy actually beats me to it. Before I can even open my mouth he's already leaning into me with a wide grin. Fuck it! He's unbelievably gorgeous. How come he's one of those breeders? What's wrong in the world?

"Name's Brian. Brian Kinney," He introduces himself to me and I almost chock on my onion rings. "Have I seen you here before?"

What the fuck? Am I being set up here? Why is he doing that? Is that some twisted straight guy's joke to challenge one of their own to have a go at the first random gay guy that walks into their turf?

If that's the case then I'M OUTTE here and not a moment too soon.

Easier said than done though.

My heart races at million miles an hours and I simply can't move a muscle as the hottest guy in North Carolina just leans over the bar with his intoxicating amber colored eyes fixed on me. I sure hope it's not a joke.

"Umm… Justin, Justin Taylor and no, I don't think you've seen me here before. It's not the kind of place I would usually frequent…" Fuck it! WHY do I always ramble when I'm nervous?

"Same here but my friends insisted I join them and I caved in even though I NEVER eat carbs after 7 p.m," Brian says. Why is he looking at me like that? Do I have something stuck in my teeth?

I shrug my shoulders and as we sit there in awkward silence a few more minutes. "May I?" he eventually says. I look back at him in dismay as he reaches his finger to touch my chin. "You've got a bit of BBQ sauce right HERE," he groans. He wipes the drop of sauce gently off my face then open his mouth wide, sticks his finger inside and licks it clean.

FUCK ME! Who is this guy and why is he messing with me?

"I like you ," he bends even closer towards me and grabs my phone from where I left it on the bar counter in front of me. I find myself sitting there watching him as he taps on my phone and then hands it back to me. "Call me," he mouths seductively before he turns on his heels to go back to his friends at the booth in the corner.

Fuck it! What just happened?

Was this guy for real or was he just acting? If it was indeed an act-or a challenge he took to indulge his straight friend- it sure looked quite convincing. Either way I sure don't feel like I want to be played at the moment. I am –however- feeling as horny as fuck which is why I can't possibly stay in this place another moment.

When the women Debs or whatever her name is comes back to clear the empty plate I ask for the check and when she brings it back I leave her few more dollar bills and then turn around to leave this establishment.

I stand outside on the curb inhaling the crisp cold night air. Knowing I have a long journey by foot ahead of me to get to the underground station I take my time to button up my coat and wrap my scarf around my neck. I start to walk but then a black jeep slowly follows me. WHAT THE FUCK? Is the universe out there to get me or something? Maybe I should just leave everything behind and join Daphne in New Zealand?

The black Jeep stops and the driver rolls the windows on their side down. "Hey, wait…" the same enticing deep voice stops me in my tracks. I avoid him and continue walking in a faster pace this time. "Wait, let me drive you to where you need to go," he offers. Fuck no! Not in the state of mind I'm in tonight, Not EVER! I've been played enough by that asshole of a model who queened out and left me hanging AND by my lazy ass ex BF. I don't think I can afford to be played out by one of those breeders who think it's oh so hilarious to try to hit on a gay guy.

"Wait, at least let me explain," he continues. There's something in his voice that suddenly touches me so I stop on the pavement under a lamppost and turn to him with my arms crossed on my chest. "I'm listening. But make it quick. It's freezing outside," I tell him. looking in his eyes again.

"I… I wasn't playing you, if that's what you think. I meant what I said. I really like you. I noticed you when you first walked into the bar but didn't have the guts to approach you," he continues.

"So wait, are you really…?" I stop mid sentence, dreading to hear the rest.

"Gay, yes, I am and proud of it. I've been out since I was like Fifteen I think. It's just that there isn't one decent gay bar in all of Charlotte so I always have to join my straight friends to this sports bar. Oh but my friends are harmless. You'd like them once you'd get to meet them and I'm sure they would like you," he smiles at me. God, I can't stand the crocked teeth of his.

I've got to be careful though not to let myself get carried away too much. After all I've just been dumped. On Whats'App. Damn him.

"Hold it right there," I turn to him, still leaning against the lamppost . "We've only just met and I'm already getting to know your friends? Next thing you'll invite me to meet your mother," I allow myself a small smile.

"That might prove a bit difficult. She doesn't even know I'm gay, but that's a long story and I'm sure you wouldn't want to hear all about it. Well anyway- I meant what I said back there. Call me. I'd love to hang out,"

"You mean HOOK up as in a one night stand," I fire right back.

"Not exactly. I mean… I find you so fucking hot but I believe people should go out on a few dates to get to know each other before they take the next step," he explains.

"I bet you're not one of Grinder's avid subscribers then," I teas him.

"Guess not," He flashes a smile and I notice how perfectly his strong facial features reflect the street lights. "Listen, why won't you get inside my Jeep? I can take you home if you want and kiss you good night at the door, I'll be a perfect gentlemen, I promise," he says, tucking his tongue inside his cheek. Fuck! I really can't hold back anymore.

"Okay, it is getting late and I do have to get up quite early tomorrow morning," I tell him as I climb inside his Jeep.

"Work or pleasure?" he asks.

"Work… I guess, I have to find a male model to sit for me. I'm an artist, you see. My current model ran out on me. I still have at least one major canvas to finish before my first group show in two weeks." Fuck it, why can't I stop that fucking verbal diarrhea?

"I can do it. I mean sit for you and all that," He says out of the blue when we stop at a red traffic light.

"Oh yeah? And what is it that you do?" I ask him.

"I'm a full time athlete and a personal trainer. I swim, I run, I lift weights, the whole Nine yards. In fact I'm in the middle of a fierce training schedule to become the first openly gay athlete to grace the cover of the March issue of Men's Health magazine," he says, not even trying to hide the pride in his voice.

"Wait, is there a competition and shit?" I gawk.

"Yes there is. These guys are fierce let me tell you. It's not just about lifting weights and stuff. We do cross fit, we have to eat healthy… it's a fucking growling couple of months but it's worth it," he says. "You should join me to one of those sessions actually," his face lit up when our eyes meet before the traffic light turns green and he keeps on driving.

"Not so fast Mr. Kinney. I think I might stick to my art for now," I reply, feeling a jolt of excitement in my dick.

I let myself smirk as I tell him to stop right at the curb next to my building.

"This is it?" Brian asks in a velvety voice, raising an eyebrow

"Well… I Dunno but… You promised I'll get my good night kiss," I say in a low voice, unlocking my seat belt.

He bends towards me, capping the back of my hand in his strong hand to close the distance between us. I lean into him as our lips lock for the first time. His breath is so sweet and the inside of his mouth is so warm and comforting and inviting that I simply can't let go. It's such a far cry from when me and my scumbag Ex first met . He was sexy as fuck, I'll give him that but we barely even exchanged few words-let alone kissed- before we ended up fucking with our pants rolled down to our ankles in a back alley that very same night. I really shouldn't be thinking about Sean right now. Not when I have Brian Kinney right here so close, so warm so unbelievably amazing.

"Thanks for taking me home Brian," I smile at him quietly when we finally break the kiss. "Wouldn't you want to go up to my place?"

"No, I have an early morning as well but I'll call you tomorrow, I promise," he leans into me again, planting another soft deep kiss on my lips, playing with a strand of my hair while he's at it. Damn,I could stay like this forever.

"Good night then," I tell him, pulling away reluctantly.

"Good night. It's been fun. And call me, I mean it." He says, taking his time to look at me intently.

"I will," I mutter as I walk out of the jeep and into my building.

Walking into my apartment I feel so invigorated and awake that I don't even mind the half finished canvas that's still resting against the wall in my living room. I know it sounds ridiculously romantic but I literally feel as if I'm walking on a cloud when I walk into my bathroom to take a shower. Before I do that I go out into the living room again picking my phone off the table. I slid my phone open only to find Brian's phone in my contacts list. I smile to myself as I'm reminded how he himself tapped it in there earlier tonight at the bar. I press that number and stands there, my heart beating fast.
"I told you I'd call you didn't I?" I tell him as he answers the phone. Ironically enough the phone didn't even ring before he picked up. It's as if he expected me to call right away.

"And I told you I'd stop by your place, didn't I?" He says.

"What, like now?" I answer with a question barely able to contain myself.

"Yeah, I'm down here. Can you please open the door?'" He pleads, his voice filled with lust and want.

"You said you don't believe in fucking the first night," I tell him, pressing the buzzer to open the front door and let him in the building.

"Well you're a smart guy Justin," he says. My name sounds so meaningful and deep when he pronounces it "Don't you know there's an exception to every rule?"

"Second floor, are you coming right up?" I whisper under my breath and before I know it he's already standing at my doorstep.

"Hey," He says ever so casually in that husky voice but I can definitely detect something else in that one word.

"Hey Yourself," I answer . He scoops me in his arms until my toes don't even touch the floor and I lose myself in his embrace, in his touch, in his lips, in his eyes.

I know it sounds absurd and it's not even like me. I've only just met Brian and we didn't even fuck right away but tonight I feel more present, more aware, more inspired, more LOVED than ever before.

And I'm feeling good.

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