Makes Me Wonder

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Title: Not An Imposition
Author: hsbfc
Chapter: 4/?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: language, sex
Summary: Totally AU. Justin asks Brian for his help after Ethan won’t leave him alone. How far will Brian go to help the blond? And how far will Ethan go to make sure Justin is his?
Disclaimer: QUEER AS FOLK is property of COWLIP and SHOWTIME. I own nothing.
Author’s Notes: The title was inspired by Maroon 5’s song MAKES ME WONDER, but has nothing else to do with the song. And I want to say thanks to my wonderful beta elyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya!
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Michael stormed into the diner and immediately spotted his mother. He took a seat at the counter and waited for her to come over.

“Hey, honey,” Debbie said as she poured her son a cup of coffee. “What’s wrong?”

“Brian has that fucking kid living with him!” Michael exclaimed.

“What?” Debbie’s eyes grew wide with disbelief.

“I was waiting for him at his loft because I wanted to talk to him after what happened this morning. He’s claiming to have a boyfriend! Which is ridiculous. Brian would never have a boyfriend.” Michael banged his fist on the counter. “When he got back, he had that blond twink with him. And he was carrying a fucking duffle bag. A duffle bag!”

“I saw them in here this morning. I tried to warn him about Brian. That kid is gonna end up getting hurt.”

“Fuck the kid, Ma! We need to find out what’s going on with Brian!”

“Well, what did he say when you asked him about it?”

“He just told me that his relationship with Justin wasn’t any of my business,” Michael answered with a sour look on his face. “And that he’d never be able to explain it to my satisfaction. Then he kicked me out.”

“That little asshole,” Deb growled.

“I’m his best friend. Whatever is going on in his life is my business. It’s all Justin’s doing. He has something on Brian. I just know it.”

The bell dinged at the kitchen window signaling an order was ready.

“Come over for dinner tonight. I wanna hear more about this,” Deb said, walking past with a plate in each hand.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Ethan listened as Michael talked to his mother about Justin moving in with Brian. He twisted a napkin in his hands as he tried to remain calm. This had to be some kind of mistake. Obviously Michael was delusional.

He came back to Liberty Avenue and asked around some more about Brian. Debbie had been particularly helpful. She told him all about Brian’s tricking habits over the years. Now he definitely knew that the whore didn’t deserve Justin. His beautiful blond didn’t need to be with some slut. He needed to be with someone who would love and cherish him.

This would put a kink in his plans if Justin really was living with Brian. He waited until Michael left to go to the counter. He ordered a coffee to go, and headed to his apartment. It was too early to do anything now. He’d have to wait until it was dark.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Brian could feel the heat of Justin’s eyes devouring his body as he worked on the computer. Every now and then, he would glance up causing the blond to immediately look away. His lips curved into a knowing smile right before he felt his cell phone vibrating in his pocket. He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID before answering.

“Lindsay,” he said, leaning back in the chair.

“Brian, is everything okay? Where are you? I tried calling you at home, but all I got was the machine,” Lindsay said. The concern was evident in her voice.

“Everything is fine, Lindsay,” Brian said, getting up and going to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. He grabbed an extra one for Justin. “I just have a campaign I need to finish, so I’m trying to minimize the amount of distractions this weekend.”

“Well, I need to talk to you about Gus. His class is putting on a play this week, and he wants to know if you’ll come and see him.”

He handed Justin the water and sat down on the sofa. “What day is it?”

“It’s on Wednesday morning,” Lindsay answered. “He really wants you to come, Brian.”

“I’ll have to check my schedule and see about moving some things around.”

“Please, Brian. This is really important to him. And you’re the one who keeps saying that you want to be more involved with Gus’ life.”

“Lindsay, stop with the fucking guilt trip. I said I’d see if I could move some things around,” he said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll call you on Monday.”

“I’ll be waiting.”

Brian tossed his phone on the coffee table and rubbed his face with his hands.

“Everything okay?” Justin asked as he closed his sketchbook.

“Yeah, everything is fine,” Brian answered. “So, what are you working on?”

“Just sketching. It helps me relax,” Just said. “What about you? What are you working on?”

“I have a meeting with Remson Pharmaceuticals on Monday and I have to fix the boards my art department fucked up. I should have just done them myself in the first place.”

“That bad?” Justin asked as he followed Brian to the computer desk. “Hmm. Actually, it’s not that bad. Maybe just change the coloring of them. It looks too…cheerful.”

“Well, it’s not exactly supposed to be morose.”

“I know,” Justin said, giving Brian a playful shove. He made his way to the kitchen and looked for something to eat. All he found in the refrigerator was bottled water and poppers.

“There’re take-out menus in the drawer,” Brian said from the desk.

Justin closed the door and took out a folder of menus from various restaurants. “How can you have a body like yours with the way you eat?”

“I don’t eat carbs after 7:00, and I get plenty of cardio.”

“I think I’m gonna get a pizza,” Justin said, pulling out a menu. “Do you want to share?”

“Do you have any idea how fattening their pizza is?”

“Yeah. So?” Justin shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll help you work it off later if you want,” he added with a smile.

“Well, when you put it that way,” Brian said. He watched as Justin ordered their lunch and couldn’t help but smile.

“It should be here in about 40 minutes,” Justin said as he set the phone on the counter.

“Great. That leaves us just enough time.”

“Enough time for what?”

“For this,” Brian said as he leaned down and kissed Justin. He deepened the kiss as he moved them towards the bedroom.

Justin pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his jeans down. He quickly crawled up on the bed stroking his hard, leaking cock as he waited for Brian to join him. As soon as the brunette covered his body, he ran his fingers through the silky locks of hair.

Brian reached for a condom and lube as he continued to kiss Justin’s neck. He squirted the lube on his fingers and he slowly worked one into the blond’s ass. The moans emanating from Justin caused his cock to become impossibly harder. He rolled the condom on and continued to prepare Justin.

“Brian,” Justin gasped. “I’m ready. Fuck me.”

Brian removed his fingers and slowly pushed inside Justin. The tightness and heat surrounded him and he had to pause to keep from coming. Justin’s legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer. He began a slow, steady rhythm and entwined his fingers with Justin’s as he continued to kiss the blond. His hips started thrusting faster and sweat beaded down his forehead.

Justin arched his back and pushed down, burying Brian’s cock deeper inside him. He automatically started stroking himself in time with Brian’s movements feeling the familiar tingle working its way up from his toes. Before he was ready, his cum shot between them, and he moaned as he felt the shudders running through Brian’s body signaling the other man’s completion.

Brian collapsed on top of the blond and ran his fingers through Justin’s hair. He caught his breath before pulling out and rolling on his back. His eyes stayed on Justin as he tied the condom and tossed it in the trash.

“That was fantastic,” Justin sighed.

“Yes it was,” Brian answered as he kissed Justin on the side of the mouth.

“I don’t think I can move.”

“Don’t,” Brian said, surprising himself with his desire to have Justin stay.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Justin stretched and rested on his elbows as he watched Brian pull on a pair of jeans. He heard the buzzer for the door and got up to get dressed.

“Don’t worry about it,” Brian said as he grabbed his wallet and headed to the door. He buzzed the deliveryman in and opened the door.

“I’ll pay,” Justin said as he made his way to Brian.

“Put your money away,” Brian said as he pushed Justin’s hand away.

“Brian.”

“Justin.”

They continued to stare at each other until the sound of a knock on the door interrupted them. “Order for Taylor.”

“Here,” Brian said as he handed the deliveryman two twenties and took the bag and pizza box. “Keep the change.”

“Brian,” Justin repeated.

“Hungry?” Brian asked as he opened the pizza box. He took two plates off the shelf and handed one to Justin. “There’s so much grease on this thing I’m surprised it hasn’t congealed.”

“It looks great,” Justin said as he took three slices and put them on his plate. “Do you have any ranch dressing?”

Brian raised his eyebrow and gave the blond a pointed look.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

“Here,” Brian said as he reached into the bag. He pulled out a small container of ranch dressing that always accompanied his salad, but he never used.

“Thanks.” Justin took the container and sat down at the table. He waited for Brian to join him before he started eating.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Monday morning Brian woke up with an arm wrapped around his waist. It took him a moment to realize it was Justin’s arm and not a random trick’s. He disentangled himself from the blond and made his way to the shower. The water washed over his body and steam filled the stall.

The door opened and he looked over his shoulder as Justin stepped in the shower.

“Morning,” he said as he poured shampoo in his palm.

“Why didn’t you wake me up?” Justin asked as he stood under the spray.

“I figured you’d find your way in here eventually,” Brian answered as he washed the soap out of his hair and proceeded to run his soapy hands over Justin’s chest.

“I still have to get my stuff together. And I have an early class.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you get there in time,” Brian said as he massaged shampoo into the blond’s hair.

“That feels good.” Justin sighed as he leaned his head forward. He felt Brian’s cock brush against his ass and knew that he was going to be late for school. Although at the moment, he really didn’t care.

After a slow fuck in the shower, Justin stuffed everything he’d brought over into his duffle bag. He sat down on the couch and tied his shoes while Brian got dressed for work.

“Are you ready?” Brian asked as he came down the steps from the bedroom.

“Yeah, I just need to grab my bag and then—” Justin stopped mid sentence when he saw Brian in his suit. “Wow. You look great.”

“I know.” Brian smirked. “You can come by tonight and pick up your stuff,” he said as he grabbed his briefcase from the desk. “Are you just gonna stare or are we gonna go?”

Justin smiled and nodded his head. “Yeah, let’s go.” He slung his messenger bag over his shoulder and followed Brian down the stairs. The weekend had gone by way too fast for him, and he was sorry to see it end. But at least he was able to have his first stress free weekend in a month.

“What the fuck!?” Brian exclaimed when he saw his Jeep.

“Oh, my God,” Justin said slowly as he took in the slashed tires and the large scrapes down the side of the vehicle.

“Shit!” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose and tried to calm down. He took a deep breath and dialed the office on his cell phone.

Justin sat down on the steps and rubbed his face with his hands. It had to be Ethan, he reasoned. There was no other explanation. He listened as Brian spoke with Ted.

“Brian, I am so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“Bullshit,” Brian said. “If it’s anyone’s fault it’s that chin rat Ian’s.”

“Yeah, but it’s because of me,” Justin said. “I can help pay for the repairs.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. This is nothing.”

“Really? Cause from your reaction a few minutes ago…”

“It’ll be fine,” Brian assured the blond.

“Brian…”

“Justin…”

“I need to do something.”

“If you want to do something then you can go to your place and get the rest of your shit.”

“What?” Justin asked, confused.

“There’s no way you’re staying in that shithole with Ian running around loose,” Brian said. “You’re staying here.”

“I can’t do that to you.” Justin shook his head. “I don’t want to be an imposition.”

“Justin, I wouldn’t have offered if it was going to be an imposition.”

“Are you sure?” Justin asked, looking up at Brian.

“Yes, I’m sure. Now get up, our ride is here.”

Justin stood up and saw a tow truck and silver BMW pulled up behind the Jeep.

Brian handed the tow truck driver his keys and gave him instructions on what to do before leading Justin to Ted’s car.

“Ted,” Brian said as he opened the door and pulled the seat forward so Justin could get in. “We have an extra stop this morning.”

“Okay, Bri,” Ted said, looking at Justin in the rearview mirror. “Where to?”

“PIFA.”

Ted started the car and pulled out onto the street. He decided not to say anything with Justin in the car, and it made the drive to the college seem endless. His curiosity was getting the better of him.

He stopped his car in front of the Fine Arts building and strained to listen as Brian and Justin got out of the car.

“So, if you want you can take the bus to Kinnetik after school. My Jeep should be finished by then, and then we can go by your place to get your stuff.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Justin nodded. “Thanks again, Brian,” he said as he waved and headed to class.

“So…” Ted said once Brian got back in the car.

“Not one word, Theodore. Not one word.”

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