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"Hey," Brian looked up to see Justin smiling at him.
"Hey," He returned. It was then that Brian noticed what Justin had under his arms.
"Oh my god, what happened?" Brian looked at the crutches, his eyes slightly widened.
"This is why I couldn't do anything yesterday. I'm such a stupid shit, I was running down the stairs and I tripped. Sprained an ankle,"
"Shit, I'm sorry. That's got to suck." Justin nodded in agreement. "Yeah. But, I can do stuff today. Wanna?"
"Sure...are you sure it's okay though? I don't want you to be in pain,"
Justin grinned. "I'm fine, mother,"
Brian laughed.
"Ready for English?" Brian scrunched his nose.
Justin laughed and shook his head. "Might as well get it over with."
Brian nodded and smiled. His smile faded when he saw Justin tried to struggle on his backpack. "Hey,"
Justin looked at him.
Brian reached for the backpack and Justin stood still. Brian slung it over his other shoulder.
"Thanks," Justin gave him his sunshine smile.
Brian found the smile contagious and smiled back as they began walking, and in Justin's case, shuffling along to English.
"Where are you going?" Justin asked after Lunch, as he turned around to grab his backpack to go to his Italian class, and he saw Brian walking with him.
"Italian. And carrying your backpack for you, now that your slightly handicapped." Justin gave him a friendly glare and sighed, closing his eyes as he slumped against a wall. "You okay?" Brian asked, trying to keep the worry out of his voice.
"Mmph," Justin sighed. "Give me my backpack." Justin startled hobbling in the opposite direction.
"Why? And where are you going?"
"Somewhere other than school. Probably see a movie or something. I just have to get out of here. If I here one more person asking me--"
"Hey Justin, what happened? You okay?"
Justin plastered a fake smile on his face. "Fine. Thanks Sam,"
Brian wanted to laugh at the look Justin was giving the back of Sam's head as he walked off. If looks could kill, the school would be minus one student.
"See?" He hissed. "Everyone keeps asking me if I'm okay. I'm god damn okay. It's a freakin' sprained ankle. Once it's healed, I'll go back to basketball,"
It occurred to Brian then, why everyone was making such a big deal about it. "Oh God, basketball."
Justin nodded numbly. "Now give me my backpack. I'm going to go get drunk, stoned, laid, something."
Brian shook his head. "What the fuck are you going to do? Crawl all the way over to god knows where?"
Justin just looked at him.
"I'm coming with you," Just then the bell rang, signaling everyone should be in their respected classrooms.
"Brian, I don't want to get you in trouble." Brian smirked. "Too bad. Let's go." They started walking towards the student parking lot.
"How the hell did you get your van here?"
"I drove," Justin answered, looking at him as if he was insane. "How the hell did you drive?"
"Well, I put the keys into the ignition..."
Brian couldn't help laughing. "I meant, when your ankle is like that."
Justin shrugged nonchalantly and started to unsuccessfully dig into his pockets to find his keys.
"I've done it before."
"You've sprained your ankle before?" Justin nodded and finally dug out his keys. He clicked the door opener and started hobbling toward the driver's side.
Brian looked at him incredulously. "What the fuck are you doing?" Justin turned to look at him before opening the door. "I thought that would be obvious."
Brian shook his head and walked towards him. "I'm driving."
"The fuck you are. If you think I'm letting you drive my van, your crazy. Do you even have your license?" He smiled to take the sting out of his words.
"Yes, I've got my license. You're hurt. I'm not letting you drive. It's bad enough you drove to school."
Justin stared at him.
"Here," He reached for the crutches but Justin moved out of the way. "What are you trying to do?"
"I'm going to put your crutches away." Justin nodded, "I can do it myself," He stated stubbornly before he started to the back of the van.
Justin opened the back and placed the crutches in. Closing the door, he started to limp back and Brian walked a couple steps to him and wrapped his right arm around his waist.
"Are you coming on to me?" Justin smirked and let himself be helped to the passenger seat.
Brian felt his cock respond but he willed it down to the suggestion. Instead, he smirked. "Coming on to you? Now why would I do such a thing?" Justin looked at him and grinned. The question was too innocent.
"Because I'm hot and you want my body."
"How did you know?" Brian got him situated inside and quickly stalked around to the driver's seat. He couldn't tell Justin his words were true. He was hot and he did want him...but not only for his body.
Strapping his seat belt on, he noticed the keys were already in the ignition. He started the car and looked over at the blonde staring intently at him. "So. Where do you want to go?"
Justin shrugged and relaxed against the seat. "You should feel special. I never let anyone drive my van." He stated, evading the question. He didn't care where they went as long as the auburn haired man was with him.
"Alright. Movies it is."
Justin just laughed.
"So what do you want to see?" Brian asked as they were standing in front of the movie theatre.
Justin shrugged. "Gothika?"
Brian shook his head too quickly. "No." Justin raised an eyebrow, inquiringly.
"I just don't want to see it." Brian firmly stated.
Justin nodded but didn't say anything. He knew there was another reason Brian didn't want to see it, but he didn't want to press the issue.
"How about Matrix : Reloaded?" Justin asked, looking sideways at Brian.
Brian shrugged. "I can't believe that movie's still playing,"
"Because their idiots. Do you want to see it, or something else?" Justin asked.
"Sure,"
"Two, for Matrix : Reloaded," Justin stated. He handed the money to the women behind the glass and gave one of the tickets to Brian. He saw Brian looking at him strangely.
"What?"
"Why do I feel like I'm on a date. 'Oh Justin, please, I forgot my purse at my other fuck-buddies house, I mean, in the car,' I could have paid for myself."
Justin burst out laughing. "Too bad. I already paid for your ticket, so your just going to have to deal with it,"
Brian shook his head. "Next time, I'm paying."
"Yes dear!" Justin sing-songed.
"So what did you think of the movie?" Brian asked as they were exiting the theatre.
"Ehh, it was okay. I liked the first one better. I think what ruined it for me was the five minute hetero fucking scene. I think I've been scarred for life." Justin gave him a disgusted face.
Brian laughed. "I know what you mean. The ending was...weird," A thought suddenly occurred.
"Do you need to call your parents and let them know where you are?" Brian asked. He looked at his watch and saw that it was already two o'clock, and school was over at one-fifteen.
"No." Justin said strongly. "They don't care," He added, airily. Brian was about to respond with, your kidding, right? But he thought better of it.
"I still can't believe that I'm letting you drive my car." Justin grumbled, pressing the automatic door unlock. He walked to the back, opened the door, and deposited his crutches.
Brian grinned. "Believe it, baby," Like before, he wrapped an arm around his midsection and helped him to sit down.
"Why thank you honey, I don't think I could have done that all on my little old self," Justin smirked.
"Twat," Brian closed the door, but not before he heard retching sounds from within.
Brian grinned, walking around to the driver's seat.
"So why do you have an electric car door opener?" Brian asked, glancing at Justin before continuing to watch the road.
"I installed it. I'm lazy, and I just wanted a button," Justin replied, looking out the passenger's window.
Brian nodded and bit his bottom lip, nervously. He was debating asking Justin to come over for dinner tonight to meet his parents, but he didn't know what he would say.
He was so lost in thought that he didn't notice Justin was asking him something until the word fucking came about.
"...And then I want your hot body spread naked across my bed while I sit on top of you and fuck your cock,"
Brian swerved and gulped. He jerked the car back into place.
"Careful,"
"W-what did you say?"
Justin's lips twitched in an effort not to smile. He looked across the space of the car and saw Brian's bulge in his pants. "I said I want your hot body spread naked across my bed while I sit on top of you and fuck your cock,"
"What the fuck?" Brian's voice was too high and he cleared his throat.
Justin laughed and reached over, rubbing the other man's thigh. Brian jerked at the contact and glared at the laughing blonde.
"Oh you think that's funny, do you?" Justin didn't answer, just continued to laugh.
"Maayyybe," he drawled.
Brian shook his head angrily. "Twat,"
"I told you that you wanted my body," Justin looked over at him and punctuated his sentence by his eyebrow raise.
Brian didn't say anything, but his cheeks turned crimson. Justin couldn't help it, and decided to tease him some more.
"Yep, you want me sooo much, uh-huh, I bet you've been fantasizing about me allll night long." Justin grinned and licked his lips. "And I bet you want me to-"
"Alright, okay, I want you, now would you just shut the fuck up! God," Brian yelled and breathed out quickly through his nose.
Brian risked a glance at Justin and saw him looking at him wide-eyed. He hurriedly looked out the window again.
Justin caught the ashamed and painful look in his eyes and was mentally kicking the shit out of himself. He didn't mean to sound mean, but Brian was looking adorable and oh so fuckable with his deep blush, that he couldn't help it. He didn't mean to make it sound derogatory.
"Hey," He said softly, "I-" He started, when suddenly the car jolted and stopped.
"I don't like being made fun of." Brian stated and forced his eyes up to meet the blondes. "Brian-" Justin began, but Brian cut him off.
"No. We're friends. I know that. I'm sure that you don't even like me like that...I mean, besides me being a freak and-"
Brian was cut off by Justin's forefinger and middle finger pressing gently but firmly across his strawberry lips.
"You're not a freak," He said in the same soft voice he had used when he had earlier tried to apologize.
Brian looked at the blonde and reality came crashing down when he realized Justin's body was close to his. Very close. A few more inches closer and-
Brian's thinking was derailed as he felt for the first time the blonde's lips pressed softly against his.
"Hey, can you be here twenty minutes earlier then you normally would?" Justin asked softly with his eyes closed, not wanting to disturb their peace. They were currently in front of Justin's house, the engine idling.
"Sure," Brian said just as softly as he pressed a delicate kiss on the top of his head.
Justin smiled and started to move out of the man's arms when Brian groaned unappreciatively and tightened his hold.
Justin kissed the bottom of his neck, the rest covered by the annoying shirt. "I have to go, or else I'm never going to leave," He whispered, and opened the back door.
Brian rolled onto his stomach and pushed up from the floor and jumped down from the van. Justin slowly tried to get out of the car but the foot that was harboring all the weight stumbled, and he started to tumble out when Brian's arms shot out and wrapped around his torso. Justin's arms instinctively found their way around his neck as if they spent the majority of their time wrapped around them, when in fact he'd only begun to explore the smooth expanse of flesh Brian's neck presented him.
"Careful," Brian warned.
Justin grinned and stood upright, though he didn't release his hold. Neither did Brian. "I meant to do that,"
"Oh yeah?" Brian challenged.
Justin merely smiled and nodded before pressing a chaste kiss against his lips. Brian moved to deepen it, but the blonde wiggled out of his arms. Justin grabbed his crutches and placed them under his arms before looking at Brian's face. "If we start anything here, I don't know when I'll be able to stop."
Brian didn't try to stop the beautiful smile practically splitting his face in two.
Justin smiled back and started to shuffle toward his house. "See you tomorrow, twenty minutes earlier?" Justin called.
"Yeah,"
"You better not hurt my baby!" Justin yelled and smiled at the response.
"I won't, and I'll watch out for your van, too!"
Justin smiled and, having his keys already in his hands, he opened the door to enter. He turned around one last time and waved as high as he could.
Justin shut the door and Brian smiled.
Brian smiled to himself as he snuggled under his covers. He couldn't believe what had happened right before he had let Justin out at his house. Even though he knew it had happened, it was still unbelievable.
Before Brian could do anything, Justin pulled back, an inch away. "You're not a freak." He said firmly, yet gently, as he placed another kiss, a tad longer, on the hazel eyes lips.
On their own accord, Brian's lips responded back, his tongue flicking across Justin's.
Justin leaned back and looked into the hazel eyes. He'd only met him yesterday, but he couldn't get him out of his head.
Before Justin could rationalize what was happening, Brian's lips came crashing down on his in a heated kiss.
"Brian," Justin groaned, lost in his friends mouth.
Justin reached over and placed his hands flat on the other man's back, pressing his chest against his.
Justin pulled his lips away, much to Brian's dismay.
"I have to go home," Justin mumbled. Brian looked at him, frowning.
"I have to fix dinner. My mom'll be mad if I don't," Brian thought it odd that Justin had to fix dinner, shouldn't his mother be doing that? It may have sounded chauvinist, but it was just the way he figured families functioned. He was going to say something about it when Justin began suckling his neck.
Brian groaned and closed his eyes, giving into the sensation.
Justin pulled away and grinned at the slightly reddish mark. He made himself stop before he would actually 'mark' his skin. He didn't want to cause problems with Brian and his parents. In their conversation last night, Justin had found out a lot about his new friend, one being that he was older than Brian, but also that while he was 'out' to his parents, it was different then actually seeing a hickey on their son's neck by a guy.
"Drive me home," Justin replied, and ran his hands up and down the brunette's chest and stomach.
"Can't if you're going to keep on doing that." Brian mumbled.
"Sure you can." With that said, Justin stopped the hand movement, but layed his head down on the other man's shoulder.
Brian wrapped an arm around the blonde's shoulder and began the drive to the blonde's house.
Fifteen minutes later the bus stopped in front of Justin's house.
"Nice house, WASP." Brian commented dryly. The house that Justin had said was his was huge. Just by the outside he could tell it was bigger than normal inside. When they had first entered Justin's subdivsion, Pill Hill, he was shocked that he lived here. He didn't dress like a rich stuck up kid, even though saying that was a little mean. Brian looked over the house again. It looked different from all the others, somehow not in place. Maybe...
Brian was slapped on the arm. "I'm not a WASP." Justin whined.
"Well, if the country club fits..." Brian let his voice trail off.
"TWAT!" Justin yelled, and began tickling him.
Brian let out a very un-manly squeal, and tried to defend himself.
"STOP!"
Justin couldn't breathe he was laughing so hard. He withdrew his hands and just realized he was sitting on Brian's lap from the brunette's lying position.
Justin grinned down at him and undulated his hips.
Brian's breath hitched and his hands found their way to the moving hips. "What are you doing?" He berated himself for his shaky voice.
"I'm having fun. And by the feel of things, you are too." Brian felt a blush begin in his cheeks, but he keps his eyes locked with his friend's.
"You bet."
Justin smiled and bent down. Placing his lips gently against the red ones presented to him, he flicked his tongue gently across the part in the middle that he wanted his tongue to be.
Brian willingly opened his mouth and closed his eyes as he felt the warm appendage move against his own.
Justin thrust and volleyed his tongue, moaning into his friend's mouth as he began rocking his hips against the younger man's groin.
"You taste good," Justin mumbled into his mouth.
Brian answered him by placing his hands on the man on top of him's ass. Squeezing the firm globes, he thrust up with his hips trying to cause more friction against his pulsating cock.
"Back," Justin stated.
Brian's brows began to furrow. What the fuck...?
His unasked question was answered when he saw the blonde begin to struggle to get into the backseat.
Brian leaned upwards as he heard the 'thump' from Justin indicating he had made it into the back. Brian scrambled over the seat and into the back.
Before Brian had a chance to look anywhere, he felt the soft lips press against his own. Brian moaned at the feeling and responded back, immediately.
Justin gently pushed the brunette onto his back so he could lay across him. Now lining up from groin to skull, Justin began raining kisses all over Brian's face. Forehead, nose, cheeks, chin, temples, eyelids, lips, not necessarily in that order.
Brian relished in the treatment given to him, not used to being taken care of like this.
Justin leaned back and pulled the hem of Brian's black T-shirt up a little ways, tracing the tempting piece of flesh with the pads of his fingertips.
Brian was about to say something, when Justin interrupted.
"This changes everything, you know." Silence.
"Well...what do you want changed?" Brian asked, his heartbeat pounding in his throat.
"I..I've never been in a relationship." Justin confessed, hesitantly. "But I'm willing to give it a try. I mean, unless you'd just rather be friends,"
"No, I want to be more than friends," Brian was answered with a blinding smile and a long, drawn-out kiss. Justin reached down and gripped the hem of Brian's shirt, lifting it up and over his head, and began his trek down the center of the silky chest, paying close attention to the pink nipples.
"My baby," Justin breathed the words as he kissed right above the brunette's annoying pants.
"Yours," Brian responded. Justin jerked a little in surprise at being heard, but he smiled at the answer.
Justin leaned upwards without having taken off the younger man's pants, and handed him his shirt. "I have to go. I'm sorry."
Brian pulled on his shirt and began to pout. "But I don't want to go."
Justin grinned and snuggled up next to him. "Well, I can stay for a couple minutes," Brian willingly opened his arms to let him get more comfortable. When he stopped moving around, he wrapped his arms around him, and they were content to lay in silence.
A couple minutes later, Justin began to stir. "Hey, can you be here twenty minutes earlier then you normally would?" Justin asked softly with his eyes closed, not wanting to disturb their peace.
Brian snuggled deeper under the covers and replayed their day over and over again. Suddenly, something stuck out and he knew something wasn't right. About Justin's parents. When asked if he wanted to call them and let them know where he was, Justin said that they wouldn't care. And, making him go to school with a sprained ankle? Not even letting him get a little rest? They didn't sound like very good parents to him. At least they got him to a doctor when he fell down the stairs. Brian was about to fall asleep when he suddenly jerked awake when he realized why the house wasn't as he suspected; Justin's house was one story.