Justin blinked at him. �Hey,� he said faintly. �Good morning.� �Yeah,� said Brian. �Hey.� Brian yawned and stretched out of Justin�s embrace. Justin disentangled his feet from Brian�s and rolled away, throwing his arms out to the side. �Mmm,� said Justin. �That was nice.� Brian looked at him. �Nice?� he said. Justin grinned and sat up. �I gotta go pee,� he said, and got out of bed stiffly. He limped over to the bathroom and shut the door behind him. Go pee? Brian considered moving, but decided it would be counterproductive to his goals. He kicked all the sheets off and waited. Justin came out a couple minutes later and glanced over at him. �I used your toothbrush,� he said, but stopped abruptly. Brian raised his eyebrows. He stretched his body out again, raising his arms above his head and letting his legs fall apart. He tilted his pelvis and rolled onto one hip, viscerally aware that Justin could see him getting hard. Justin stood there, dead still, taking it all in. Maybe he needed some more encouragement. Brian pinched his own nipple and then slowly ran his hand down his stomach, further, further, and further down... �Hold that thought,� said Justin, and pounced. �Ah fuck,� Brian gasped. All laziness and leisure gone, the feel of Justin�s body against his sent a sudden jolt of arousal through him, and he grit his teeth against the wave. Justin grabbed Brian by the hips and swallowed his dick, pumping his face up and down the shaft. Brian�s knees jerked. He hadn�t expected to be so close to coming, so soon. It was too intense. �Hold on, shit, hold on,� he said, and tried to get Justin to ease off. Justin didn�t stop his pace, but he slowed down. He wrapped one hand around the base of Brian�s cock and kept a light pressure, working on the head of Brian�s dick with his hot, wet mouth. Brian squeezed his eyes shut, centering himself on the feel of the bed beneath his body. He felt Justin�s mouth vividly, but he knew if he watched what was going on he�d lose track of which way was up. Justin disengaged his mouth long enough to take a few panting breaths. �Brian,� he said hoarsely, �You�re so fucking hot like this. Can you look at me?� Brian shook his head. �No,� he said. �I want it like this. Finish me off.� �But I want you to look at me. Mmm...� Brian�s shoulders stiffened and arched as Justin went back to sucking him off. �No,� he shuddered. His eyes flew open and he looked down at Justin, watched his dick thrusting in and out of that fuckable mouth. �No,� he said again, and the world tipped. Justin flattened his tongue against Brian�s shaft and dragged it all the way up to the tip, and gave one last hard suck. Brian threw his head back, his neck bared. A shudder ran all the way up from his toes, and he came with a grunt, right into Justin�s mouth. �Ah � ah fuck �� He crumpled back against the stained sheets, feeling like he could melt away into them and not give a damn. Justin licked up some residue from Brian�s half-flaccid cock, then drew back and kissed Brian on the stomach. �Yeah,� muttered Justin, and kissed Brian again softly, once on the chest, once on the base of his neck. Finally, he kissed Brian on the mouth, and Brian brought his hands up to cradle Justin�s head. Brian eased his tongue into Justin�s mouth, lapping slightly at his upper lip and pressing in, tasting the familiar bitterness. Justin made a small noise and opened his mouth wider, letting Brian in. It was slow, aching, and they kissed like that until Brian got hard again, until he got jittery and desperate, with Justin whimpering and rutting against his thigh. * While Justin showered, Brian quietly left the loft and drove to the convenience store a few blocks away. He wandered the aisles for a couple of minutes, grabbed some random breakfast-like items � (corn flakes, skim milk, two shriveled looking egg salad sandwiches, some shitty beer, sugar cubes, a nutritional supplement granola bar) � and paid for them. Brian got back while Justin, freshly bathed and wearing his jeans, was brushing his teeth for the second time that morning. Justin came out of the bathroom and smiled. �Hey,� he said. �You went somewhere?� Brian held up his plastic sack and shrugged. �I found breakfast. The endeavor was hellish. I�d rather not speak of it.� �Hmm,� said Justin as he peeked in the bag, �Egg salad... You know, you�re actually kind of weird, aren�t you?� �I don�t know what you�re talking about,� Brian said, utterly deadpan. Justin chuckled and took the bag from his hands. Brian smirked, snagged the granola bar from Justin and went over to his computer. He heard Justin rustling through the bag behind him. After checking his email, he looked up a number. Brian picked up the phone and dialed. �Hello, I�d like to speak to Detective Horvath.� He drummed his fingers on the desk and watched Justin scarf down the sandwiches and go rooting around for a cereal bowl. �Top left cabinet,� Brian said, �Ah, Carl, how good to hear your voice. It�s Brian Kinney.� Justin went to the top left cabinet and pulled out a bowl. �Yeah? Well I have something you might find interesting, Detective. Expect me in your office in an hour.� Justin paused and looked over at him. �Wait,� said Brian, �Just out of curiosity, does the name Kenneth Rikert strike any bells?� Brian paused, and Justin watched his face closely. �He was?� said Brian finally. He listened for a moment. �Did he know Stockwell?� Brian turned away so Justin couldn�t see his expression. �No, I�ll explain everything when I get there.� He hung up the phone. �So the shithead is a cop?� asked Justin. �Yeah,� said Brian. �He was Stockwell�s partner for fifteen years. Retired a year ago.� �No shit,� said Justin. �That�s pretty fucked up.� Brian took a bite of his granola bar and stared into space, agreeing wordlessly. Justin poured the cereal. �Is this it? You have what you need?� �I won�t know until I take the DNA to dear Detective Horvath,� Brian said. �But basically,� Justin added milk and got to the point, �You won�t need my help anymore.� He looked up at Brian and smiled carefully. �Right?� Brian set down his granola bar and considered him for a minute. He knew what Justin was asking, and he wasn�t sure how to answer. The bottom line. This was it. This was the end. It�d been a nice couple of days, Justin had probably appreciated the warm bed and food, Brian had appreciated the assistance and the company, but Justin was a stray, that�s all. A smart kid, admittedly, cute, a good fuck, and he gave terrific head. But he didn�t belong there, and there was no longer any reason for him to be around. Yeah. The bottom line. But there was another line that Brian was acutely aware of. A line that was about stuff like good fucks, and faded prom pictures, and Brian frankly just liking this kid... and maybe feeling a little bit responsible � just a little. It was a line that Brian hadn�t been aware of before. �Are you � I�m,� Brian stopped, annoyed at his inability to get a full sentence out. He steeled himself and walked over to Justin, smoothing his hands down Justin�s bare arms. �Unless I have other plans, you can stay here again tonight,� he said, �You might as well. The forecast says it�s supposed to get pretty cold.� Justin gave him a weird look, like he wasn�t sure how to react. �Okay. This isn�t one of those pity things, right?� he said. �No,� said Brian, �I don�t do pity. I�m being completely selfish.� He ran a hand down Justin�s back, cupped his ass pointedly, and squeezed. Justin laughed and wriggled against him. �Besides,� Brian added, �It�s just for tonight.� Justin smiled. The little fucker was awfully sure of himself, considering he had been street trash for a year. Just for tonight, damnit. Brian had to make sure of that. Otherwise, he could see the situation getting entirely out of hand. �One night? I can deal with that,� Justin said, and kissed him until he was hard again. The cereal got soggy, though. * Brian pulled over. �I�m going to let you out here,� he said, �So you�re within walking distance of Liberty. Or wherever else you need to go.� He�d given Justin another T-shirt and an old heavy linen shirt to wear under his jacket, but Justin still looked like he�d freeze to death if the wind blew the wrong way. �Okay,� said Justin. �Thanks. I might say hi to Debbie or something, who knows.� Brian smirked at that. �Yeah, you should,� he added seriously. �And don�t let her hassle you, she just thinks she knows what�s best for everyone.� He turned and kissed Justin on the cheek. �You don�t have to take any shit from her.� Justin laughed. �Thanks for the tip. Umm... so, tonight?� Brian nodded. �Around midnight, maybe?� Justin said. �Or later?� �Later might be best,� said Brian, �But before three.� �Cool,� said Justin. He smiled. �See ya then.� Then he leapt from the car and slammed the door behind him with a loud bang that made Brian flinch. �Hey!� yelled Brian, �Watch it!� Justin turned around and walked backwards away from the Corvette, shrugging and laughing. Brian shook his head, and hit the accelerator, peeling away from the curb with a screech. He kept one eye on the rearview mirror until Justin disappeared from sight. * Justin waited until later that afternoon before he walked to Liberty Avenue. Yeah, he walked down Liberty in broad daylight. He hadn�t done that in a while. Of course, there was a reason he hadn�t. A couple of cops watched him pretty closely, but he didn�t make eye contact, with them or anyone else. He knew that if it appeared even remotely like he was hooking a trick, they�d nail him. And not in a good way. Finally, he fell into the figuratively waiting arms of the Liberty Diner, pushing open the door and lettin...
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