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furribootsTitle: Say the Word
Five: Comfort
Rating: NC-17
Genre: Brian/Justin
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furribootsDisclaimer: Not mine.
An: AU in the style of pretty woman
Say the word: Advantageous by jans_intentions
Say the Word: Irreversible by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Complications by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Tempted by jans_intentions.
Say the Word: Cherry Blossom by Litlemspowerful.
Say the Word: White Chocolate by Litlemspowerful.
Now
"Justin, what are you doing?" Brian's light touch on his arm.
Justin jerked his arm away. "Get the fuck away from me!"
Brian waited a beat. "Live sex show? You turn down my offer because you think that will be humiliating and now you're doing this front of the Sap's guests?"
Justin scrubbed his face, looking up at Brian through swollen eyes.
"Plus, you look like shit."
"How I look won't matter! I know what they want, what they've always wanted. To see the little artist on his back, on his knees--"
"Of course they do. Who wouldn't?" Brian said calmly. He was dressed in a charcoal silk suit with red tie. He smelled wonderful. Expensive.
Comforting.
Justin shook his head, wondering why the fuck that had popped into his head?
In contrast, Justin was only wearing tight black underwear, eyeliner and mascara. As soon as he went on stage, he'd strip out of that so he and Jason, the model he'd been using for his painting of Ben, could fuck in front of the assembled guests.
Brian's hand in his hair, petting.
Somehow Justin was leaning closer to him, needing Brian-warmth.
He closed his eyes. "Why can't I just give in and be with you?" he whispered.
"Because you're fucking stubborn." Brian nuzzled Justin's forehead with his lips. "I...had someone once. I took good care of him."
Justin pulled away, seeing that familiar vulnerability in Brian's eyes. "Why a paid fuck?"
Brian's lips tightened. "So you know your place."
"On my knees?"
Brian took Justin's hand and pressed it against his erection. "Would it be so bad to spread yourself for me when I ask?"
Justin's breathing picked up. He'd been dreading the public display, but he realized that if he was going to take Brian on stage, it would be different. His cries of pleasure wouldn't be faked. It would be obvious he wanted Brian inside him, loved being fucked by him.
Brian's pupils were blown, black and predatory as he held Justin's eyes.
Justin swallowed, suppressing tears.
"Justin!" Brian shook him gently. "If you go out there, do this, you will be a whore."
Justin shrugged. "How's that different from what you want?"
Brian chewed his lip. "You'd be my cherished companion. I'd take care of you. Sexually. Financially. What more could you want?"
Justin shook his head. He was so tired. He couldn't--
"My card. Call me if you ever need me." Brian's gaze said I know something's wrong. Talk to me.
After a pause, Justin reached out and took it, holding onto it as Brian pulled away and headed back to the crowd.
Before
Ben lay sleeping on the hospital bed, an oxygen mask covering his mouth. "Justin, is he going to be okay?" Molly asked. She was holding Ben's hand, since she loved her brother's boyfriend.
"They said it's acute pancreatitis brought on by his HIV regiment," Justin told his younger sister.
"But...he's going to be all right?"
Justin swallowed. "...Sure, Mol. Of course, he will. Listen, you look really tired. Maybe we should call a cab so you can go home tonight, hmmm?"
"I want to stay with him!"
Justin took Molly into his arms, rubbing her tears with gentle fingers. "He needs you to be strong. Can't do that if you don't get enough sleep."
Molly nodded. "It's fucking scary seeing him hooked up like that!"
"I know."
"I mean, what would I do without him getting on my case about doing my math homework?"
"Ben's going to be okay. I promise," Justin said.
"I don't know how you deal with this," Molly whispered. "You're so strong for him, Justin."
Now
Out on the special platform the Sap had set up in his home, Justin blinked at the bright lights. Jason was on his knees, trying to put a condom on Justin, but Justin was only semi-hard, making it difficult.
He grimaced as Jason tried to roll it on.
Brian.
Off to the side, as if he'd been on the verge of leaving.
He was watching Justin.
"Hey, Justin!" Jason gave a soft sound of surprise when Justin's mood abruptly changed.
Staring at Brian.
"On your knees, Jas," Justin rasped. "Let's get this over with."
Don't do this.
Justin hardened his jaw, fingers inside Jason, remembering how he'd wanted him, wanted to tangle his fingers in Jason's curly brown hair, slap the sun tattoo on his lower back as he rode him...
His eyes were caught by a bleak hazel gaze as he pushed inside, hearing catcalls, the clink of glasses, laughter.
Brian, I want you. Thrusting in and out of Jason, hand over his back, almost possessive with his trick, watching his cock disappear inside Jason's upraised ass.
Brian next to the stage now, eyes devouring Justin. He reached out and his fingertips grazed Justin's hip, holding Justin's defiant blue gaze.
I'm fucking him for you. Do you like to watch me?
In. Out. Brian's gaze holding his, until his balls tightened and his neck arched and he shoved deeper inside Jason, spilling...
When he opened his eyes, dazed, weak... Brian was gone.
Later
Justin was leaning against the wall in the hospital hallway, head back, eyes closed.
When he opened them, there was Brian, rumpled suit, loosened tie, beard shadow, tired hazel eyes.
Soft, "...I had no one else to call."
"I'm glad you called me," Brian said. He peered into the window of Ben's hospital room. "That's your boyfriend?"
"Ben. Yes." Justin nodded. "He's positive. Guess you'll take back your offer now, since you know I sleep with--"
"I'm always careful." Brian cupped Justin's face.
Justin took a deep breath that broke like a branch taking too much weight. He felt brittle, his eyes stung, his skin hurt, his emotions were a red ball lodged in his chest.
"I didn't know who else to call," he repeated, smoothing a hand down Brian's suit. "Shit, I called you, why? Why did I...?"
"Because we're connected." Brian's lips against his forehead as Justin dug his fingers into Brian's shoulders.
Choked, "I don't want Ben to die!" Justin leaned against Brian. "I have to be strong for him. H-how do I do that?"
"Listen. Are you listening to me, Justin? You are strong." Brian's palms bracketing Justin's face, holding his gaze. "You're as strong as you are beautiful, Sunshine."
Justin buried his face against Brian's suit, holding on, taking strength from this thing between them.
Connected.
He scrubbed his eyes, taking a ragged breath. "I have to..."
Brian nodded, swallowing. "Go take care of your boyfriend."
"I, uh, I needed the money. Molly, Ben sick, it was all too much."
"You don't need to fucking explain. I've been there. A man does what he has to, to take care of the people he cares about."
"You said you had someone. Once." Justin studied Brian.
Brian nodded. "Long time ago. Go be with him. I'll wait out here."
Justin's eyes filled again. Brian would stay with him. He wouldn't be alone. "Brian, I'll take the deal. If, um, you still want me."
Wet blue eyes asking.
"I want you," Brian said, very firmly.
Justin clung to Brian's hand, only letting go as he entered Ben's room.
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Say the Word, Feminine, Part Six
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