In the Begining Part 2 -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Well, did you do it?" "About five times - each." "No way" "Way" Justin couldn't stop grinning. "Do I look different?" Daphne stands back "Yes, yes, I see it - standing straighter - smile is wider - swaggers when he walks - why - why - Justin Taylor has definitely become a card carrying member of the "Fucked by Brian Kinney Club" and the two friends collapse in giggles. "Was it too weird that he's so old?" "He's not that old, only twelve years. Besides he looks hot." "Mr. Simons is the same age. Would you fuck him?" "Gross me out." "Well he is the same age and doesn't look that bad for an old guy." "Daphne, age is not just years - age is in the mind and Brian Kinney is about 18 emotionally. Do you know, he even does drugs and drinks at the same time and smokes, he'll be lucky to make it to 40." "A nice young man would swoop in and help turn his life around. Providing him with ample recreational sex and completely take his mind of drugs and alcohol." "I'm thinking some one has waaaaay too much time on her little hands and should stop reading romance comic books." "Asshole" "Anyway, maybe I should do something nice for him. Something that would say thank you without being too girly sweet. I did kind of brush him off this morning. His bitchy friend was with us and he kind of made the brat in me come out." "Like what?" "I did a quick sketch of him holding his new baby, just a little one - it was in Miss Wexler's class so I had to be discreet. I dropped it off at the framers at lunch. Let's go get it and I'll send it to his office with some flowers." "Flowers, like that's totally gay." And the two friends got in Justin's car to get the picture. The picture was wonderful it showed the love and instant bonding between the father and the child. Justin had sketched in charcoal and then added a blush of color here and there a trademark of a Justin Taylor sketch. At the flower shop he selected an arrangement of white baby roses and blue forget-me-nots. He had a note enclosed that read: Brian, You were wonderful last night. JT. Justin arranged for delivery to Brian's office and added an extra $50.00 for the delivery to be made immediately. While he was there he sent a large bouquet to Melanie. The card included thanked Melanie for sharing the birth of her son with him. He knew instinctively that Melanie would be feeling left out of all the birth excitement. "Mr. Kinney, there's a delivery for you" "Well, bring it in Cynthia" "I think you're supposed to come out here and sign for it." "Oh for gawd's sakes" Brian muttered as he walked to the office door. His late night or early morning as well as the strenuous exercise he'd done had made Brian a very grumpy man. Every time he paused during the day he'd see blue eyes starring trustingly into his. And that smile, Brian smiled remembering, it was like sunshine. "I can't get this twink out of my head" he grumbled. "What's that Mr. Kinney?' Cynthia asked as Brian walked into her reception area. "Nothing" and then Brian looked around. Half the office staff was standing there trying to look busy but watching nevertheless. A deliveryman held out the cellophane wrapped flowers with the framed picture of Brian and Gus also wrapped in cellophane. It was obvious to Brian that they all had looked at the picture. Keeping his Kinney poker face on he signed for the delivery. He went to tip the deliveryman and was taken aback when he was told that it had been taken care of by the sender. At least they hadn't read the damn card he noticed as he tore it open. He looked at the flowers again "I know these are roses but what are the blue ones?" he asked Cynthia. He was thinking that the blue was the same color as Justin's eyes. "The roses are baby roses and the blue flowers are forget-me-nots. Did you know that the sketch is by Justin Taylor?" Cynthia was too awed by the artist to register the subjects of the picture. "So what, the artist is a friend of mine." Brian scooped up the flowers and picture and stalked into his office shutting his door hard. "I wonder how Cynthia knows Justin?" pondered Brian. He put the flowers on the coffee table and took the card and picture to his desk. He looked at the picture remembering last night and all the events that had unfolded. He remembered the beautiful self-possessed young man who had shouted his name in ecstasy when he came and he remembered kisses that were sweet and tender enough to melt even his time-hardened heart. "The kid certainly has talent in more ways than one" he thought " to be able to draw this from memory." Brian glanced over at the flowers. "I don't believe this kid, flowers, like I was some girl he wants to thank for a good time." The smile Brian had when he looked at the flowers betrayed what he really felt. After work that evening, Brian stopped by to see Lindsey and Gus. Mel answered the door and none to enthusiastically asked him in. Brian walked in and gave Lindsey a kiss and then looked down at the sleeping baby in the bassinette beside her. Lindsey was thinking Brian was unusually mellow. He didn't appear to have been smoking dope. She couldn't smell it. Lindsey asked, "Have you heard from Justin today?" "Why would I, he was just a fuck?" as Brian was saying this he noticed a large floral arrangement on the dining room table. "Lots of flowers for the new mom eh Sonny Boy" and he stroked Gus on the cheek. "Actually, Justin sent them to Melanie." "To Melanie?" "Yes, wasn't that thoughtful, he wanted to thank her for sharing Gus's first few hours with him." "Kind of bizarre thing for a stranger to do isn't it?" "Justin's not a stranger, we've known each other for a few years. Look he sent me this." Lindsey held out a framed sketch of her and Melanie and Gus. "I can't believe we now own an original Justin Taylor sketch". Brian didn't want to admit that he had no idea what Lindsey was talking about. So in typical Brian fashion he changed topics. "Well, he sent me flowers too for fuck's sake, to the office no less, white baby roses and forget-me-nots. This will give the office gossips years of speculations". "Brian, how sweet." Two weeks later, across town in Craig Taylor's office, Pete McNabb had to answer some hard questions. "Pete, I understand Justin had you and your men doing a little investigation for him." "Yes, Mr. Taylor," Pete replied nervously, "It was a personal favor and we did do it off the clock". "I see, nothing wrong in that. Did he say why he wanted this Brian Kinney investigated?" "Shit, how did he know who it was." Thought Pete. "Actually, no he didn't say." Pete had a pretty good idea though. The kid was a little light in the loafers but still he was a good kid and Pete wasn't about to blow the whistle on him. "I believe Mr. Kinney is the top advertising executive at the Ryder Agency." Mused Craig Taylor. "Maybe its time Taylor Insurance revamped it's advertising. Appeal to a wider market. That'll be all Pete. Thanks for stopping by". Craig Taylor also had a good idea of why Justin had Brian Kinney investigated. Craig knew Justin was gay, he just hadn't had Justin confirm it. It wasn't something a father could ask his kid without the kid getting pissed off. Seventeen was a crappy age thought Craig. The kid was smart though, I bet he made damn sure this Brian Kinney was on the up and up before he bedded him. Craig smiled to himself remembering his younger days, of course in those days his bed partner of choice was female. This guy was a bit too old for him though. Christ, a 12-year age gap is some gap. What would they talk about? Probably won't be doing much talking if he remembered his own seventeen-year-old perpetually horny state right. Hope he doesn't kill the guy. The family insurance company was pretty much run by the management team Craig had put in place and Craig was bored. He spent his time looking after his family and trying to run their lives unobtrusively. More to keep himself amused than anything else Craig picked up the phone and called the Ryder Agency. It didn't take long to arrange for the agency to have it's best sales person, put together an advertising package. Craig agreed to have himself and his CEO there in two weeks. "Well, Justin, how was school today." "Fine Dad, why do ask?" "Just supper conversation, do anybody... I mean anything interesting lately?" "No." "What's with the old guy?" Justin thought. "What do and Daphne think of the new Taylor Insurance ads on TV.?" "You really want to know?" "Of course I do, it's going to be your company someday." "First of all, groom Molly not me for the company thing, I have no interest in insurance. Next, your advertising sucks." "Just teasing son, I know art is your passion, though I'm sure you expand your horizons once in a while. I think the campaign "sucks" too. I'm going to have another company try and come up with something new and different." "This conversation is too weird' thought Justin, "Good idea Dad, get some new blood in, can't hurt and it might help" At Woodies that night, Brian, Michael, Ted and Emmett were playing pool, or actually watching Brian play. With Brian it was sometimes hard to get actual playtime. Ted had been needling Brian for the past 10 minutes. "You haven't been your usual cheery self the past week or so. Dick broken?" Brian had been studiously ignoring him but this required at least a Kinney glare. "Lets' go to Babylon, Brian" whined Michael " It's more fun there" he caught site of Justin walking in the door. Justin's creamy linen pants and skin tight blue silk tank left nothing to the imagination. The matching linen jacket he held over one shoulder hooked on his finger completed his "look". Every eye in the place turned to watch as he walked confidently over to the pool table. Except Brian's who was concentrating on the perfect shot. "Oh my" whispered Emmett. "If he comes any closer, I'm going to cum." They all watched as Justin came up to Brian, ducked down and pushed his way under Brian's arm, interrupting his shot and gave him a kiss. "Hey," he purred. "watcha doin" They all were waiting for the explosion, every one of them holding their breath. "Doesn't that fancy school of yours teach you better grammar and not to interrupt your elders when they're busy?." Brian stood up and put his hand on the back of Justin's head and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Brian was struggling to control the schoolgirl look of joy he just knew was on his face. No way was he going to let these guys know how this twink affected him. "Thanks" he whispered into Justin's ear. Justin knew he was referring to the flowers and the picture. "I think I just came." Emmett whispered to Ted. "Slumming tonight kid?" said Michael Ted was just mesmerized. Celebrities did that to him. "Miss me?" Justin asked Brian. "I don't do anybody twice. So what do you think." And he bent over the pool table. Justin was very much aware of the stir he was causing among Brian's friends and the other patrons at Woodies. He also knew the reputation that Brian had spent years cultivating. He really liked this older man, more than he had realized he would when he started out on his journey a few weeks ago. The pulse rapidly beating just under Brian's ear showed Justin that Brian was very much affected by Justin's close proximity. On the pretext of kissing Brian goodbye, Justin whispered, "Meet you at the loft in an hour, I have to tell you something" Justin turned to leave and said "Well it was nice seeing you and your little friends playing nice. Just stopped by to say hi." And he waved as he walked out and blew a kiss to Emmett. He had realized immediately that Emmett could prove to be a good friend. Emmett had been close enough to Brian and Justin to hear everything, but he said nothing, with a twinkle in his eyes he winked at Justin as Justin walked away. "What the fuck was that all about?" demanded Michael "I don't know." Emmett said "But that boy had better get his ass off Liberty. Candy like that just needs to be tasted." "Probably on his way to a "pawty" at the country club." Drawled Ted. "That's right boys, Woodies is just down the road from the country club." Brian sneered as he made his shot. Half and hour later, Brian finished his beer and started to leave. "You boys go on to Babylon without me, I have work to do." "Brian, you said we were going to Babylon tonight, you haven't been there with us for two weeks." Michael sounded upset. "Mikey, some of the big boys have work to do. I have a new client to prepare for and there are only so many hours in the day. I took a break from work and came out for a couple hours." He bent down and gave Michael a kiss. "You're not my wife, just my friend and I don't have to justify my time to you. Now you boys have fun and stay out of the back room." He joked as he walked away. Brian was glad it was dark as he drove to the loft. He couldn't keep the stupid grin off his face all the way there. Justin's yellow Lamborghini was parked just down from the loft. Brian parked the Jeep and watched Justin stroll towards him. Gawd that boy was hot. "Hey" Brian said and was startled when Justin reached up, wrapped his arms around Brian's neck and kissed him. "Hey, yourself" Justin breathed. "What's the backpack for. Planning on a sleep over?" teased Brian. "It's the boy scout training, "Be prepared" replied Justin "Actually, I carry my sketch book and stuff with me all the time and a purse just doesn't go with my outfit." And he treated to Brian to his mega watt smile. The elevator reached the top and Brian pulled up the door and allowed Justin to leave the elevator first. He unlocked the door for Justin. Justin went through and punched in the alarm code. "Just make yourself at home" Brian said unnerved about Justin knowing the code. "I told you your code was too easy." Justin smirked. "I suppose you want your own key now, or do you have one already?" sarcasm dripped. "Keys are always nice, but if I wanted in I wouldn't need one. I pretty much can pick any lock I run across." "Handy, if unusual skill to have." "My Grandpa Eric, my mother's father taught me. He lived with us when I was little until he died. He was a locksmith and we spent a lot of time together. He said the ability to open doors whenever I needed to might come in handy one day. I haven't used it much but the few times I have it's been fun. And I look so innocent, no one ever suspects it's me that opens the doors." He batted his blue eyes at Brian in a show of innocence. Brian laughed. "I guess they don't know you as well as I do." "Come on Brian, it's been two weeks, maybe I've forgot how to do it." Justin was dragging Brian by the hand towards the bedroom. "Brat, I told you never the same guy twice." "You blew that one out of the water the first night. So move it old man." Justin slapped Brian on the ass and ran for the bedroom. Justin and Brian each stood beside the bed. Time seemed to slow down as Justin removed their clothes. Their eyes were locked on each other. Justin slowly removed each article of clothing folding each one neatly and putting it at the bottom of the bed. Making the removal and folding a sensual vision. "Another mystery solved" thought Brian remembering the first night and the clothes at the end of the bed. Finally, naked Justin reached out his hands and began to caress Brian, touching him softly everywhere, fingertips like butterfly wings memorizing every inch of his face and his body. Brian just stood there paralyzed from the unique sensation of having his body touched by Justin. Justin, eased Brian down on the bed and continued his exploration, only now it was his lips and his tongue that was doing the exploring. Brian felt like he was dreaming, the walls he had built around his heart and the blocks he had erected in his head were fading into nothingness. Justin, was the first person ever that he knew he could trust completely. The first person that he could be himself with no barriers needed to keep him safe. "What are you doing?" Brian whispered. "I'm an artist, you have an amazing body. I want to know all of it. I need to know all of it. I have no idea why, but I feel a connection with you that's driving me crazy." Justin leaned in and kissed Brian passionately, "You're too old for me." His hand cupped Brian's balls. "I'm still in high school" he whispered as he ran his fingers over the head of Brian's cock spreading the silky pre cum. "You smoke and you drink." He leaned in a gently bit Brian's nipples. "You do drugs' he pulled a condom out of the bedside bowl. "You let pretty much anyone suck your dick" and he rolled the condom down Brian's cock. "You can't even count how many guys you've fucked" and he applied lube to Brian's cock and his own hole. "But I only come to life when I'm with you" and he straddled Brian's hips and placed Brian's cock at the entrance of his hole. "Why is that?" he gasped as he slowly sank down the length of Brian's cock his head thrown back his eyes rolling in ecstasy. Grasping Justin's waist, Brian flipped him over on his back, pulling his legs over his shoulders, slipping back into Justin, Brian leaned over and kissed his lips gently, "You are too young for me" and he pulled almost out. Thrusting down "You are still in school" Entwining his fingers in Justin's "he pulled back again. "You need to learn some wicked ways" his lips met Justin's on the downward stroke. "You've driven me crazy" and his thrusting began in earnest. "This is wrong" he groaned "Why does it feel so right" were the words he whispered to Justin as the intensity peaked and they both came at the same time. The morning light shining in the windows of the loft woke Brian the next day. For the first time in years he felt renewed upon waking. He looked over and Justin was gone. On his pillow one white baby rose and a sprig of forget-me-not tied with a gold cord lay where his head should be. Brian smiled as he picked up the flowers. "Sonny Boy understands about presentation. I wonder what he wanted to talk about last night?" Brian, lay back in bed, relaxed and satiated and started to day dream.