"What the fuck?" Someone is banging on the door. Sitting up, Brian can hear Michael whining on the other side, "Brian! Open up!" "Fuck," Brian mutters. Looking over at Justin, he chuckles softly. He's out cold. He couldn't blame him though since Brian had pretty much fucked the shit out of him earlier. Getting out of bed, Brian pulls on his jeans and heads to the front door, "Hold on, Mikey..." With a sigh, Brian opens to door to find a very upset Michael. "What in the hell happened?!" Michael demands as he charges into the loft. Brian sympathesized. He and Justin didn't have time to talk, or even see if Michael was okay. They needed to find Ethan and destroy any evidence that pointed their way. But of course Michael was okay. Justin has always had incredible control and aim with his gun, not only that, but he's quick. "Brian, what in the hell is going on?! One second we're talking and suddenly bullets are ---" Brian holds up his hand, quieting him. His weekly "cleaner" was coming tomorrow to make sure the loft was "bug free," so until then he didn't want anything incriminating to be said. Not that he cared when it came to the police. He knew they would keep their mouth shut. He also knew that there would not be any report written about what happened tonight. But the "bugs" belonged to the feds, and he didn't want to deal with them...yet. Now I know what you're thinking: a weekly cleaner sounds a bit extreme. But Justin had convinced me to hire someone anyway. And this cleaner was not only good, but he was trustworthy...well, he had to be. He knew that if he wasn't, Brian would kill his entire family. Of course the first man they were about to hire had to be a smartass and question his ethics by asking arrogantly, "and what about kids?" Justin shot the bastard in the head without a second thought. I turned to Justin, annoyed, "He came highly recommended." Justin just shrugged, "I didn't like him." That was hot. What Princess likes, he gets. What Princess doesn't like, he kills. Justin was a man after my own heart: and I told him that too as I fucked him right there on the table.
"Brian!" Michael argues, bringing Brian back into reality. Brian smiles, "Don't worry about it, Michael." "But Brian, what--" "You shouldn't ask questions that you don't want to know the answer to, Michael." Michael became serious, "Are you in some sort of trouble?" I have to laugh. In trouble? No, I MAKE trouble. Shaking my head, I am about to speak, when my cell phone goes off. Pulling it out of my pocket, I answer, "Yeah?...I heard....taken care of....uh-huh...good...who?....that's good work....yes, I will tell him that....good....fine." Hanging up, he glances over at the bedroom. The game may be over, but the war sure in hell wasn't. Returning to Michael, I smile, guiding him back to the door, "We'll have to continue our discussion later, Mickey." "What? But what about..." "Later. I have shit I got to do. I'll call you later." Before Michael can say another word, he's out the door with the door closed in front of him.
Sighing, Brian walks back to the bedroom. Now how am I going to wake up Sleeping Beauty? With a grin, he pulls out a condomn and small tube of lube before climbing over Justin's naked body. Without warning, Justin quickly snakes himself around Brian, sending him on his back on the bed. With a devilish grin, Justin straddles him. Brian chuckles as Justin takes the condomn out of Brian's hand and rolls it over his own dick. His chuckle turns into a moan however when he feels Justin's lubed fingers sliding into his hole.
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Back in the car, Justin is asleep. It was already almost two in the morning. Brian drove in the darkness down the empty road. It still surprised him how accepting Justin was about his "other life." In fact, he was more than accepting. Justin made sure that Brian continued making his mark in the world and was incredibly supportive, not that he needed the support, but it was nice. One of Brian's reasons for never fucking a trick more than once was because of his "other life." That and he just hated the idea of committment...but Justin was full of surprises. It just happened. Justin had come home earlier than expected one day. Brian was in the process of beating some guy up to a bloody pulp: the guy was going to snitch the feds, he was freakin' losing his edge and wanted to just start fresh somewhere. Well, starting fresh was fine and dandy, but bringing down the family? Fuck no. Brian was pissed and was enjoying showing this traitor exactly how he felt. And then suddenly Justin opened the door. He just frowned for a moment, shutting the door behind him. By this point Brian had stopped punching the guy and was standing above him holding a gun. Justin just shook his head, "So I guess this means we're NOT going out to dinner tonight?" Shooting the bastard in the head, I replied, "No, we're still going." Justin glanced over at the now dead body, scolding, "Jesus, Brian, you should have put him on a blanket or something before shooting him. Look at the mess!" I couldn't believe how natural it all seemed. Now of course I used a silencer when I shot the guy, so it wasn't like Justin jumped or anything...but I was expecting something...at least surprise. But no. Justin was as calm as can be and continued to be his happy and horny self all through dinner. When we returned to the loft later that night, he didn't make any comment to the suddenly clean floor (I had called the "cleaners" before he left to dinner), and after I fucked his brains out, he simply said, "I still think you should have put him on a blanket," and then he went to sleep. I waited until morning to see if he was going to say anything. Nothing. I had him followed to see if he would spill what happened to anyone. Nope. And he wasn't acting any differently either. It was just way to surreal. And then, about a month after the incident, a trick that we brought home tried to pull a knife out at me. Justin knocked his ass to floor, knocking him out. I was about to shoot him, when Justin stopped me. I had expected him to say "No, don't kill him!" But instead he said, "Wait, don't you want to know who hired him before you shoot the bastard?" So I decided to amuse him. I tied the guy up and waited for him to wake up. I knew the guy wouldn't talk. As soon as the trick opened his eyes, he started to curse angerily. Justin was very calm. He asked pointblank, "Why did you try to kill my boyfriend?" The trick snorted, "Fuck off." Which was not the right answer. Justin, whom had been holding the trick's knife, immediately stabbed it into the bastard's thigh. The trick screamed out in pain and then started cursing again. Justin remained calm and asked again, "Why did you try to kill my boyfriend?" The trick just stared back at him coldly. Sighing, Justin leaned back, "Okay, Brian. Shoot him." With pleasure.
So that was that. The next day Justin told me he wanted a gun. So I got him one, and he was really just a natural with it. We went to the shooting range for fun and he just blew me away with his ability to shoot. Yep, the kid was a natural.
Pulling into a driveway, I gently nudge Justin awake. "We're here, Baby." Justin smiles, rubbing his eyes, "I like when you call me that," he murmurs sleepily. Looking out the window, he sits up, "Okay, so let's do this."