Makes Me Wonder
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oh_ameliaTitle: Sweetest Good-bye
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hsbfc
Chapter: 28/30
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 betaelyxer. You rock! Without your encouragement I would not be writing. THANKS and I love ya!
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The next morning Brian called Cynthia and told her that he’d be late getting in, and could she please reschedule any appointments for that day. He called the number on Brandon’s business card and told the man that he was on his way over. When he got there he was a little more than shocked at what he found.
He looked at the paper in his hand and tried to control his anger. “You’re sure this is the right receipt?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Brandon scoffed. “It’s not everyday I buy 6 Armani suits.”
“That fucking asshole,” Brian growled. He crumpled the receipt in his hand and chunked it on the counter.
“Careful,” Brandon exclaimed. “I need that for my taxes!”
“Sorry,” Brian said distractedly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and began pacing in front of the counter.
“So I take it you know who it is?” Brandon asked as he flattened the receipt and put it back in his files.
“Oh yeah. I know who it is,” Brian glowered. “I have to go. Thanks.”
He got in his Jeep, took out his phone, and dialed information.
“City and state please,” the operator said.
“Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,” Brian said as he pulled out on the street.
“What listing?”
“I need an address for a Kip Thomas.”
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“So who is Kip Thomas, and why would he want to rob you?” Justin asked as he set the takeout containers on the counter. He took two plates from the shelf and set them next to the food.
“He’s this guy who used to work for the agency I was at before I started Kinnetik,” Brian answered from the bedroom. He changed from his suit into a black wife beater and pair of jeans, the top button left undone.
“He used to work there?” Justin asked as he scooped out portions from each container onto the plates. “He doesn’t work there anymore?”
“Nope,” Brian answered as he took two beers from the refrigerator and set them on the table. “He got fired after he filed a sexual harassment case against me.”
“What? Why would he do that?”
“Well,” Brian said, taking one plate and sitting down. Justin followed behind him. “I fucked him one day in my office, and then when I wouldn’t use my influence with Marty to help get him a promotion, he got mad. He told his lawyer that I promised him a promotion in return for sexual favors.”
“That’s insane.” Justin shook his head and handed Brian a pair of chopsticks. “Why would he think that anyone would believe that?”
“Who knows? But he blames me for the fact that he can’t get a decent job. Every time he goes in for an interview the harassment suit is on his record. And when anyone calls for a reference, they’re told what happened.”
“So the way he sees it is that if you would’ve never fucked him then he’d still have his job at Ryder?” Justin shook his head. “Where does he work now?”
“I don’t think he even has a job. The place he was living looked almost as bad as your old apartment.”
“How did he get in here without the alarm going off sooner?” Justin asked as he stabbed at his food.
“He had a key,” Brian said, wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin. “And the alarm code.”
“How the fuck did he manage to get them?”
“He said he found them outside the diner. Said they fell out of some kid’s pocket,” Brian answered. “A kid that fits the description of our unfriendly neighborhood stalker.”
“Ethan,” Justin said, nodding his head. “So that means that he must have got it from…”
“Yep,” Brian said tightly. “Mikey.”
“Shit, Brian. Are you okay?” Justin asked as he set down his chopsticks.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Brian nodded. “I’ve already accepted the fact that Michael isn’t who I thought he was.”
“Are you going to say anything to him?”
“Not right now. I think that we need some time away from each other. And frankly, right now, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.”
“I’m sorry,” Justin said as he held Brian’s hand in his, and laced their fingers together. “I wish there was something I could do or say.”
“This is good.” Brian smiled. He leaned forward and kissed Justin softly on the lips. He rested his hand on the nape of Justin’s neck and pulled him closer.
Justin parted his lips and sucked on the invading tongue. As the kiss deepened he felt Brian pull them to an upright position and push him the direction of the bedroom. When he felt his foot hit the stairs, Brian picked Justin up and carried him to the bed.
Once they were fully divested of their clothes, Brian covered Justin’s body with his and kissed the hollow of the blond’s throat. He pushed open Justin’s thighs with his knee and thrust hard against him.
Justin spread his legs further and arched his back as Brian sucked on his nipple. He tangled his fingers in the man’s hair and pushed him down to his leaking cock.
Brian licked the pre-cum from the tip and slid his tongue down the length of the hard member. He sucked the cock into his mouth and let his teeth graze the sensitive skin.
Justin moaned when he felt Brian swallow around him. He thrust his hips up and planted his feet firmly on the bed, hissing when he felt Brian push a finger inside him. Brian kept pushing him to the edge, and pulling back before he could come. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached for a condom and the lube on the nightstand.
“God, Brian, fuck me,” he hissed. “I need you to fuck me right now.”
Brian grinned and reached for the lube. He squirted it on his finger and worked two fingers into the waiting ass, not bothering to warm it first.
“That’s cold,” Justin said breathily.
“It’ll heat it up,” Brian said, speeding up his motions. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled the latex down his long hard cock. He hooked Justin’s legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the blond’s entrance. As he pushed inside, he leaned down and captured Justin’s lips with his.
He moved with slow deliberate movements, hitting Justin’s prostate with every stroke. He had just started, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. When Justin clenched around him, he reached for the blond’s cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
Justin came hard, and Brian followed before collapsing on top of him. Brian buried his face in his neck and trailed kisses along his throat. He tangled his fingers in the man’s hair and brought his mouth to Brian’s.
They kissed slowly as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. When Brian felt his dick go soft, he held the condom and slowly pulled out. He tied it up and tossed it in the wastebasket before wrapping his arms around the blond.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Ethan slammed his car door shut and kicked the front tire. He held his violin case close to his chest and stomped down the street. He hated walking when it was so cold out, but It wasn’t that far, he could make it. Justin was worth it. He took a deep breath and tried to block out the cold air. Once he started playing he would be fine. Everything would be perfect. Everything would be as it should.
He stood at a corner to catch his breath and closed his eyes, picturing in his mind the performance he planned for Justin. He realized the old song he wrote for the blond didn’t fit anymore, so he composed a completely different one. This one encompassed his passion and devotion, along with the pain and anguish he felt at being apart. It conveyed the yearning and desires deep inside his heart. This would be the song that would win Justin over.
When he opened his eyes, the world around him seemed calmer, and he was more at peace. The snow glowed under the street lamps, and the icicles hanging from the trees shined in the moonlight. Yes, the world was beautiful. The stage was set and ready for him. He smiled widely and stepped onto the street.
So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear the car speeding towards him.
Chapter 27 | Chapter 29
Another short one! But I hope the ending was worth it. :)
Author:
hsbfcChapter: 28/30
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! PREVIOUS CHAPTERS: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 | Chapter 24 | Chapter 25 | Chapter 26 | Chapter 27
The next morning Brian called Cynthia and told her that he’d be late getting in, and could she please reschedule any appointments for that day. He called the number on Brandon’s business card and told the man that he was on his way over. When he got there he was a little more than shocked at what he found.
He looked at the paper in his hand and tried to control his anger. “You’re sure this is the right receipt?”
“Yeah, I’m sure,” Brandon scoffed. “It’s not everyday I buy 6 Armani suits.”
“That fucking asshole,” Brian growled. He crumpled the receipt in his hand and chunked it on the counter.
“Careful,” Brandon exclaimed. “I need that for my taxes!”
“Sorry,” Brian said distractedly. He pinched the bridge of his nose and began pacing in front of the counter.
“So I take it you know who it is?” Brandon asked as he flattened the receipt and put it back in his files.
“Oh yeah. I know who it is,” Brian glowered. “I have to go. Thanks.”
He got in his Jeep, took out his phone, and dialed information.
“City and state please,” the operator said.
“Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,” Brian said as he pulled out on the street.
“What listing?”
“I need an address for a Kip Thomas.”
“So who is Kip Thomas, and why would he want to rob you?” Justin asked as he set the takeout containers on the counter. He took two plates from the shelf and set them next to the food.
“He’s this guy who used to work for the agency I was at before I started Kinnetik,” Brian answered from the bedroom. He changed from his suit into a black wife beater and pair of jeans, the top button left undone.
“He used to work there?” Justin asked as he scooped out portions from each container onto the plates. “He doesn’t work there anymore?”
“Nope,” Brian answered as he took two beers from the refrigerator and set them on the table. “He got fired after he filed a sexual harassment case against me.”
“What? Why would he do that?”
“Well,” Brian said, taking one plate and sitting down. Justin followed behind him. “I fucked him one day in my office, and then when I wouldn’t use my influence with Marty to help get him a promotion, he got mad. He told his lawyer that I promised him a promotion in return for sexual favors.”
“That’s insane.” Justin shook his head and handed Brian a pair of chopsticks. “Why would he think that anyone would believe that?”
“Who knows? But he blames me for the fact that he can’t get a decent job. Every time he goes in for an interview the harassment suit is on his record. And when anyone calls for a reference, they’re told what happened.”
“So the way he sees it is that if you would’ve never fucked him then he’d still have his job at Ryder?” Justin shook his head. “Where does he work now?”
“I don’t think he even has a job. The place he was living looked almost as bad as your old apartment.”
“How did he get in here without the alarm going off sooner?” Justin asked as he stabbed at his food.
“He had a key,” Brian said, wiping the side of his mouth with a napkin. “And the alarm code.”
“How the fuck did he manage to get them?”
“He said he found them outside the diner. Said they fell out of some kid’s pocket,” Brian answered. “A kid that fits the description of our unfriendly neighborhood stalker.”
“Ethan,” Justin said, nodding his head. “So that means that he must have got it from…”
“Yep,” Brian said tightly. “Mikey.”
“Shit, Brian. Are you okay?” Justin asked as he set down his chopsticks.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” Brian nodded. “I’ve already accepted the fact that Michael isn’t who I thought he was.”
“Are you going to say anything to him?”
“Not right now. I think that we need some time away from each other. And frankly, right now, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.”
“I’m sorry,” Justin said as he held Brian’s hand in his, and laced their fingers together. “I wish there was something I could do or say.”
“This is good.” Brian smiled. He leaned forward and kissed Justin softly on the lips. He rested his hand on the nape of Justin’s neck and pulled him closer.
Justin parted his lips and sucked on the invading tongue. As the kiss deepened he felt Brian pull them to an upright position and push him the direction of the bedroom. When he felt his foot hit the stairs, Brian picked Justin up and carried him to the bed.
Once they were fully divested of their clothes, Brian covered Justin’s body with his and kissed the hollow of the blond’s throat. He pushed open Justin’s thighs with his knee and thrust hard against him.
Justin spread his legs further and arched his back as Brian sucked on his nipple. He tangled his fingers in the man’s hair and pushed him down to his leaking cock.
Brian licked the pre-cum from the tip and slid his tongue down the length of the hard member. He sucked the cock into his mouth and let his teeth graze the sensitive skin.
Justin moaned when he felt Brian swallow around him. He thrust his hips up and planted his feet firmly on the bed, hissing when he felt Brian push a finger inside him. Brian kept pushing him to the edge, and pulling back before he could come. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he reached for a condom and the lube on the nightstand.
“God, Brian, fuck me,” he hissed. “I need you to fuck me right now.”
Brian grinned and reached for the lube. He squirted it on his finger and worked two fingers into the waiting ass, not bothering to warm it first.
“That’s cold,” Justin said breathily.
“It’ll heat it up,” Brian said, speeding up his motions. He tore the condom wrapper with his teeth and rolled the latex down his long hard cock. He hooked Justin’s legs over his shoulders and positioned himself at the blond’s entrance. As he pushed inside, he leaned down and captured Justin’s lips with his.
He moved with slow deliberate movements, hitting Justin’s prostate with every stroke. He had just started, but he knew he wasn’t going to last much longer. When Justin clenched around him, he reached for the blond’s cock and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
Justin came hard, and Brian followed before collapsing on top of him. Brian buried his face in his neck and trailed kisses along his throat. He tangled his fingers in the man’s hair and brought his mouth to Brian’s.
They kissed slowly as they waited for their breathing to return to normal. When Brian felt his dick go soft, he held the condom and slowly pulled out. He tied it up and tossed it in the wastebasket before wrapping his arms around the blond.
Ethan slammed his car door shut and kicked the front tire. He held his violin case close to his chest and stomped down the street. He hated walking when it was so cold out, but It wasn’t that far, he could make it. Justin was worth it. He took a deep breath and tried to block out the cold air. Once he started playing he would be fine. Everything would be perfect. Everything would be as it should.
He stood at a corner to catch his breath and closed his eyes, picturing in his mind the performance he planned for Justin. He realized the old song he wrote for the blond didn’t fit anymore, so he composed a completely different one. This one encompassed his passion and devotion, along with the pain and anguish he felt at being apart. It conveyed the yearning and desires deep inside his heart. This would be the song that would win Justin over.
When he opened his eyes, the world around him seemed calmer, and he was more at peace. The snow glowed under the street lamps, and the icicles hanging from the trees shined in the moonlight. Yes, the world was beautiful. The stage was set and ready for him. He smiled widely and stepped onto the street.
So wrapped up in his own thoughts, he didn’t hear the car speeding towards him.
Another short one! But I hope the ending was worth it. :)
