Pairing: BJCD

Later that night, Justin was dressed to the nines in his black denim jeans, black sparkly silk shirt of Italian silk with a rounded neckline, and a black bolero jacket, all name brands of the Brian variety, if you know what I mean. Brian matched him in the exact same outfit except he had the same shirt with a v-shaped neckline per Justin’s request because he wanted Brian’s neck to be highlighted. Brian wasn’t sure until he had tried on both versions and understood how much better he looked in the V. It made him even hotter. They had decided to buy this outfit for an event they were going to go to and this was the first opportunity to wear it. Justin had noticed that Brian’s was missing when he had packed with Cynthia’s help and so he took his. It had been a last minute decision and it had been worth it because Brian was actually excited that they would have a chance to wear it together. Justin couldn’t believe the smile Brian had on his face when he realized that Justin had brought it. Brian had struggled with taking it because it was supposed to be for the two of them, a statement of how committed they were in front of their friends. He had added then deleted then added it again to the list that Cynthia needed to pack for him. It was as if he had no choice but to pack it. Now he was truly glad he had listened to his inner voice. Justin was more than beautiful. Giving Justin a heart throbbing kiss, he backed away, studying the young man. Giggling, Justin spun around fast and then more slowly, accenting each muscle in his pants, swaying his hips, stroking his front slightly. Brian licked his lips and looked away, knowing it was already too late. He had a raging hard on. Seeing Brian’s problem, Justin told Brian it was his turn to strut his stuff. Laughing, Brian mimicked Justin’s movements to a tee. As Brian swayed his hips, Justin leaned forward from where he sat to view the show and his lips touched Brian’s cock just slightly on purpose. The moan Brian emitted was all the encouragement Justin needed and before Brian could protest his pants were opened and his member was in Justin’s mouth. At the simple touch of his lips to his dick and the tip of his tongue to his slit, Brian moaned. His dick jumped inside Justin’s mouth. Justin hummed, heat and his hunger hit the highest heights and Brian’s bodacious body betrayed him even more. Nothing mattered now. The room swirled around him. His eyes closed, he saw swirling colors igniting like fireworks behind his eyes. He couldn’t think. He could only feel. A feverishly frenzied fervent flaming fiery fever frenetically flowed through him. A hazy happiness hails the heat in its hunger. His body sways as his knees start to buckle. Justin puts his hands around his hips holding him to him, forcing it down deeper and supporting him at the same time. His moans and groans gratifying and fueling the fire. Expectation eagerly, erotically, enthusiastically, elatedly emoted, each exhilaration exulted his lover. Justin succeeded in his goal in record time and if they hurried, they would only be five minutes late. Not bad for an amorous appetizer of delight. Anticipation of the rest of the night showed in their eyes.

The dinner seemed to fly. Both ate ravenously while their eyes kept finding each other, their hands roaming away from their table to each other’s hands. Their need for contact definitely was obvious. They were eating in the owner’s stateroom with everything brought to them, their own waiter diligently serving them without a word. Business was discussed as Mr. Blackwell watched them, their love evident. Mr. Blackwell decided to get Justin into the business part of the discussion with the mention of his art.

Mr. Blackwell and Mr. Butterroll had talked to each other after the meeting and wondered how such a young man could be the answer to their problems but Mr. Kinney had been so sure that the boy could do it. Well, now they would see some of his art, even though they knew he had done these with the wrong media. They just hoped Justin was their answer. They were running out of time. They had a new ship and they planned on decorating it differently. They needed art that the younger people would appreciate, not the old standards of boring hotels and motels. They wanted to bring the new ship up to date and if it worked, they were thinking of redoing the art on all their ships.

“Justin, we know you both are going dancing after so we will keep this short so that we all can enjoy the dancing. Did you know that Brian invited us to go dancing with you?”

“No, I didn’t, Mr. Blackwell. What do you need to know about my art and experience? I have some sketches I made the other day only with me. I didn’t bring all my supplies, not expecting to need them.”

“Let’s see those sketches you did yesterday.” Perusing the sketches, Mr. Blackwell and Mr. Butterroll kept nodding their heads and mumbling something to each other that didn’t make sense to either Brian or Justin. It was as if they had their own personal language that they had developed over the years. Finally, Mr. Blackwell spoke again.

“Well, we may need two things from you. Brian has come up with a new idea for an ad campaign to highlight the things we wish to emphasize but we need the art presentation of it. It sounds like it might work but we need to see it. That will be where you come in. Can you do it?”

“Yes, I can.” Justin said confidently. Justin immediately realized for once he could come to Brian’s rescue in a positive way. He looked at Brian and he saw pride in his eyes and a small smile sneaking out of his demeanor. It made him feel good. “And what is the second thing I can possibly help you with”

This may be out of your range but we need at least ten paintings at first with the possibility of 100 in actuality over a period of time. We are looking for an artist to draw or paint various pieces of art to make our new ship sing. We don’t want what happened to you the first night to happen again. We want to use one ship for various gay cruises during the year. We want it to feel comfortable for the gay population, therefore, we need some portraits and some pics of couples of the homosexual variety in various activities. We would like two pieces of art artistically erotic, not porn but exuding love and beauty. Do you understand? Could you do a drawing, rough draft of course, of an idea you might come up with for that ship concerning the erotica? If you can do that, you can do the more mundane art. As for the art for the ad, Brian will have some stuff for you to use soon. What do you think Justin? Are you interested? Or would it be too much for you? We don’t want you to hinder your health over this. Oh, and if I like the erotica one, personally I have been looking for just the right picture for my den. But that is another matter, altogether and not a priority here. Right, Mr. Butterroll?”

“Right, Mr. Blackwell.”

During Mr. Blackwell’s explanation, Justin just knew and could hear the conversation Brian had setting this up. It was such a great opportunity and it could make a name for him. Word of mouth would bring him clients. Why did Brian do this? Doesn’t he think I can make contacts myself? Was Brian manipulating the situation and could he make so many and still do school and they were right to ask. If it would hinder his health with the pressure of deadlines? He gave Brian a look telling him that he was caught in the headlights. He was gong to get it. Brian hoped he wouldn’t explode till later and preferably in a more life affirming way that he had had in mind. Finally, he took a breath and answered his future.

“Gentlemen, I will be honored to try my best at the erotica you seek. I am sure I can draw up a tasteful tempting treat for you. After you see it, please by all means give me any suggestions that would make it more to your liking. I aim to please. I have one concern. I am going to PIFA and wonder if we can work around my schedule. I wish to finish my training even if I had money in the bank. Statistically speaking, it isn’t good to leave school for any reason because there will always be excuses for not going back. I feel education is tantamount. Can you gentleman work with me? As for the ad campaign that is no problem. That will be done before the end of the cruise. At the moment I am a freelance artist. I am gratified that you think I am worthy of such an honor at so young an age. Mr. Blackwell, I suggest you start thinking about what kind of portrait or painting you would like in your den because I am sure you will be pleased with my sketches.” The two men looked at each other and smiled. Brian watched the interchange between the men then and as Justin answered them and knew that Justin had completely sold himself without his help. He was proud of his lover. Now, he hoped that Justin would realize that all he did was whisper in their ear. His sketches and his confidence is what sealed the deal. Brian didn’t miss a beat when Justin continued. “Can you give me more details on the other more mundane drawings or drawings of activities that you would like to see portrayed?” For once, Brian was content slipping into the background but was prepared to come to his rescue if necessary when they got down to business about contracts, but he felt the contracts would not happen tonight because everything depended on the erotic sketch. I hope Justin realizes the impact on his life he would feel if he got this. Further pondering about the impact on both their lives, Brian heard Justin call his name. He went to him.

“Brian, let’s show them what dancing is all about.”

“I’m ready, baby.”

“Oh, can I ask you one last question, Mr. Blackwell and Mr. Butterroll? It is on a personal note.” Brian gasped inaudibly hoping Justin doesn’t blow it with a question. He had a feeling he knew what Justin was going to ask. They had discussed it last night.

“Mr. Butterroll finally spoke up after being quiet all evening. “Sure, Mr. Taylor. We will try to answer.”

“Please, call me Justin. Why do you call each other Mr. You are lovers and partners in everything yet you never call each other by the first name? I am just curious. “

“Mr. Butterroll laughed. Is that all you want to know? I was expecting something harder than that and more personal. We met a long time ago and where we worked we were not allowed to call anyone by their first names. If we were caught even giving out the first name, we were fired. So, we didn’t know each other any other way. We got so used to it that we prefer it and the first name feels strange if someone calls us that. We continued also with it to show respect for each other. It reminds us a little like the tradition some people have of calling their partner Mother and Father, even if they don’t have kids, instead of by name. But if you would like to know, my first name is Bubba. I don’t know what my parents were thinking. At least they gave me a good middle name of Bryan.” He looked at Brian when he said that. Justin held back a chuckle but his lips betrayed him. “Now, you know why I don’t use it. Mr. Blackwell’s first name is…” He looked over at his partner for permission and he blinked his eyes. “Mr. Blackwell is Robert. Does that answer your question? Do you have another?”

“Not right now. Let’s go dance. I can’t wait to try out the night life on this ship.” Brian had a smirk on his face. Bubba is a good nickname for some but legal! He just couldn’t believe what parents do to their kids. Bubba Bryan Butterroll would have gotten a lot of jokes and probably gotten him into a lot of fights. He wondered how he survived elementary let alone high school.

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For Brian and Justin, the night was young. They figured they would dance at the ballroom dance lounge with the owners and then excuse themselves to go to the lounge with the techno music that they prefer.

The two showed off their skills at the tango, Brian leading Justin. People couldn’t believe these two men were dancing together at first but then when they saw how great they were together on the floor, they went to the side giving them all the space they needed. The two after the second dance had forgotten they had an audience. They were so into each other. Even the owners just watched marveling how perfect the two blended together, symmetry in motion. The music changed to ‘Save the Last dance’ and they glided through this as well. Their belgard look had a haunting touch to it. The owners saw the boy tremble a little under his lovers touch and then saw the lover give him a look of comfort. They realized this song had great meaning for them. They suspected it might have something to do with the incident, yet they also noticed that the two during this song never lost eye contact even during the spins and turns and lifts. Their heart went out to this odd couple whose love seemed to transcend time. Word quickly spread around the ship about a couple of dancers that were beauty personified. The room became full to capacity. They danced on. Three songs later, the owners cut in breaking the mood and each danced with an owner. When they looked around, they were surprised to see the room so full and with many younger people. After they danced with the owners, they excused themselves to go check out another lounge. The owners nodded and they decided that until the boy had something to show them, they wouldn’t have a meeting with either. They felt that the two needed some time together to just enjoy the ship. They emphasized to Justin that they only wanted a quick sketch of an idea not a perfected drawing. They needed to see it in stages. Justin relieved knowing the pressure was less said they would see something later the next day.

The two left to dance the night away. Little did they know that the throng of people would follow them. They wanted to let go and tonight was going to be their night no matter what. They were used to people watching them at Babylon so this would be no different.

Walking into the lounge, they immediately felt at home. Twenty plus year olds were swaying to the loud music in their sensuous clothing, a mating ritual definitely in full swing. Justin pulled Brian immediately onto the dance floor and they started swaying, thrusting, grinding, feeling each other up as if they were at Babylon. Quickly, the room filled to overflowing to see what the twosome would do here. The owners followed the throng of spectators curious as well, but stood back so their presence would not be known. They wanted Brian and Justin to have fun. They also wanted to see the other side of Brian Kinney, the side that they heard about but didn’t quite believe until they saw him here. He was completely relaxed, completely into his partner and the dance. This was definitely a different person in front of them and it made them glad that they had him for their account executive. This was a person who put everything into living. The boys had thrown off their jackets and then the owners truly saw the beautiful shirts they were wearing and how low cut Brian’s really was. Soon, they saw Justin’s sparkling in the swirling lights, both shirts taking on the colors of the lights. It looked like they were just one continuous body, one part swaying more than the other, their foreheads every so often touching, tongues kissing, bodies grinding. Justin or Brian would take turns licking up and down each other’s neck, arms enclosing the other’s hips or waist or shoulders. Oblivious to the added crowd, they danced as if in Babylon, their sensuality screaming, their energetic enthusiasm eagerly displayed. In their minds they were not on display. He was king and these were his new subjects subjugated to spectator status. Several of the younger set stopped dancing to watch the hot couple. Brian’s cock now was rubbing against Justin’s as the two rubbed each other, their hands roaming yet they were still stirring and strumming to the beat of the music. The music and dancing definitely doing a number on their desire, they knew the night had to continue elsewhere. They kissed each other passionately and pulled each other to the door, retrieving their jackets on the way. Their need for each other evident, they slipped away and walked briskly back to their suite, never letting go of each other.

Once inside, their clothes were stripped in record time, they kissed passionately, not letting go, needing the feel of each other’s flesh, frantically, frenetically, feverishly, fondling, feeling such an animalistic passion. Fantasies again playing out, the night had indeed possessed them. First, the giddiness of artistic possibilities, then the dancing, now a dancing of a different delight, driven desires drowned in delicious ministrations. Brian licked Justin up and down, never touching his erect eagerness, moans from his lover egging him on, lick after lick up and down his thighs, rimming the navel, his hands kneading the nubs, nibbling, nipping, nipples hardening between the working of Brian’s fingertips, stroking Justin, Justin felt his fiery furnace was about to explode and before he could say anything to Brian, he arched and his first stream spew out. Brian was ready for it anyway and he sensed Justin’s need and caught it in his mouth. After getting the rest and licking his lips, he came back up kissing a path as he did. As Justin was about to say something, Brian kissed him and then whispered, “Baby, tonight is so good and the only way it could get better is …I need you.” “I am right here, Brian.” No, I need …need to feel you… inside.” As if to emphasize what he said, he rolled over on his stomach and put his face in his pillow. Realizing its refreshing rarity, Justin responded immediately by licking down Brian’s neck via the spine and never removing his tongue once its trek was started. Brian moaned at Justin’s touch. He knew what he needed and he decided it was time. Justin needed to know how proud he was and what better way, then by allowing him full partnership. Allowing Justin to claim him in this way was more than any words could say. As Justin finally made his way to his precious pink pucker, Brian uttered “Mark me.” Justin had done it before but this time felt different and it would be different for Justin, too. He would know. Justin did just that marking him with purplish spots on the inside of his cheeks so that no one would see him when he was in trucks or jocks, but he would know that he had claimed him tonight. He nibbled on Brian’s cheeks, licking and biting as Brian writhe in moaning groaning need. Eating eagerly, his tongue thrusting in and out rhythmically , rapidly, rivaling Brian’s perfected ministrations, keeping it up for over a half hour till Brian begged for him to proceed further. He didn’t want to leave. He loved the taste, always did. Lubing his fingers, he inserted one and then the other. Loving his lover’s sounds, he smiled, stimulated. He quickly reached for a condom but did not use lube because it wasn’t needed. It was his call. Thrusting in, Brian gasped. So ready was he that he pushed backward toward his lover immediately. Justin had him on all fours now and the thrusting became a symphony of moans and groans and guttural sounds as they worked each other. His need was for strong, fast, and furious but he wanted it to last. He wanted his boy to stay inside him as long as he could. They worked it as long as they could and then cuming, they yelled each other’s name. Justin stayed in him and Brian continued moving his hips sideways squeezing him until he started getting hard again. Their excitement for each other had helped him get hard quickly, even though, he had already gotten off twice. “Baby, again.” Brian whispered. Surprised but willing to give Brian all he needed, Justin exchanged the used with a fresh condom and pressed back in. Brian purred. “You feel so good there. I need it, baby.” This time Justin moved very slowly, savoring each movement, like a stroke from his paintbrush to a canvas. Each stroke changing the painting that much more until a final stroke screams its precise priceless perfection to the artist. This time it is Brian that was the canvas, a creation he loved. Brian was still working with him, his need evident. Justin bent forward and kissed his neck causing Brian to sigh. They took their time and soon they came again. They lied upon the bed, cuddling and caressing and looking into each other’s eyes.

Justin finally spoke. “Brian, why?” was all he said. It spoke volumes. Brian knew it meant more than why the sex that way. He was asking about the art, too. “Brian!”

Brian took a deep breath and then sighed trying to buy some time. A look from Justin told him he had run out. He was grateful that Justin was calm and probably had thought about it a little, though he didn’t have much time to really do it justice. After all, he was either dancing on the dance floor or the bed. He knew that would be to his advantage. “Baby, I was so proud of you today, the way you carried yourself, the way you sold yourself and your art, the way you put aside your thoughts of what I might have done and the way you accepted your future today that I had to show you in various ways how much it all meant to me and how much you mean to me. Suddenly, I needed you in a way I never had before, as my equal, so with that in mine I gave you, me. First time, it was for the achievement, but…but…the second time was for us, a new beginning.”

“But, Brian…” “Shhhh! Let me finish. When the decision was made to get Cynthia here, I also made the decision not to get an artist to come, too. Why get a second rate artist when I already had a fantastic artist already here. I figured you would be happy to help me when I asked you. I had already told them about your artwork so they suggested that it would be fine if I had you draw the preliminary concepts for their ad. You will get paid. I know you have the talent and I know you are learning the finer points at school but your art is so intuitive that it is amazing already and I hope they won’t strangle your natural talent. The school that is. Then they were talking about trying to find some pictures for their ships. I volunteered you. You have a fresh eye and you have the pulse on the gay community. Why shouldn’t you have this opportunity? I whispered my praises, but you had to sell yourself. They are very impressed with you. I could tell. So was I. I haven’t smiled that wide for that long in I don’t know when. So Justin, if you want to yell at me for giving you a chance, then I say go for it.”

“Brian, you are holding something back. Spill.” Damn! This is hard enough. Now, he wants to know it all. “Okay. I know you want to feel more an equal partner and don’t because of the money issues. I hoped that if you didn’t need my money for your tuition, you would feel better about it. You would realize it is a non-issue in my eyes. Also, you would feel better about yourself. Personally, I see us as equals. Complete equals. Now, can we go to bed? I am tired. It is hard work being the bottom.”

“Brian, it is not your place to fix everything. After I do this, are you going to ask another contact and then another and another? I don’t want that.”

“Justin, I am going to say this only once and then the subject is closed. I will not be doing it again unless you ask. This just happened and I took advantage of it. Besides, I won’t need to; your work will speak for itself. Word will spread and if he decides to use you for a personal painting or two then the word will spread even faster. You will wind up getting more commissions than you can handle. I am proud of you. Now, let’s get some shuteye. We have a fairly free day tomorrow on the ship and you promised to teach me a couple of dives.” Brian started falling asleep and Justin was lying with his head on Brian’s chest. His mind was racing, he was happy. Brian cared and he understood. He felt he had to say something. “Brian, are you sleeping?” “Yes.” “Brian, Thank you. I love you.” Brian smiled as he fell asleep.

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Waking up first, Justin looked over at his lover and had to sketch him sleeping, his beauty and calm in sleep was something he never tired of seeing or sketching. He first sketched him with the covering over him, but it wasn’t enough. He had to see his nakedness. Content in the knowledge that he claimed him last night and Brian had called him an equal partner, he felt like he was flying high and not a drug did he take. He loved this feeling without the use of artificiality. He loved being high on life and high on love. There was nothing better. Pulling the cover off and drawing him naked, he felt every inch of him was beautiful. After drawing a little more, he couldn’t take it anymore; his snake stood stately straight up and was craving attention. Sliding back in bed and he started sucking slowly sensuously on his favorite pickle, passionately pumping. The taste of his lover was so sweet even mixed with the sweat of sleep and sex from the night before. It was intoxicating. He couldn’t get enough. Peacefully sleeping, Brian dreamed of his lover, of the sensual sensations stirring in his mind and body. He felt on fire. He wanted his lover so much he could taste it. Licking the slit, pushing in and then moving his tongue feather-like down and around the helmet and then down the underside of the shaft, he heard Brian moan. He started moving up and down faster, using his lips to grip tightly and pull, deciding to wake him up. Brian’s eyes fluttered open when a nip on his sac woke him up, finding Justin licking him. He smiled.

Justin moved down, spreading Brian’s cheeks, his tongue licking the outside, in little circles, over and over. Brian moaned more. After five minutes of taking care to lick the sides of his cheeks, Justin dove his tongue in quickly, pushing pass his precious powerfully pulsating pucker and its muscles. Ahh! The taste so Brian, so sweet. Each stroke inside Brian making him grip the sheets. Suddenly, he roared, arched and screamed. More, I need you. More. Justin, hadn’t planned on this, but Brian had claimed him. Now, he was claiming Brian yet again. Rip went the wrapper, drip went the lube unto his fingers, and push went the wet finger into Brian, thrusting, pushing deeper, first slowly, and then faster, being joined by more fingers. Brian writhed in ecstasy. What a way to wake up! Words would not come forth, only sounds, sweet sensuous sounds. Justin pulled his fingers out and he thrust his covered cock in. Brian had gasped at the lost, but gasped gratefully again when Justin pushed back in with the largest finger of them all. His need to feel Justin surprising him, he thrust into Justin’s thrust, coming together and as they pulled apart, each moaned. More than ready, they started moving faster, to each other, touching, feeling each other’s heat and needing the sensation of each other’s skin ramming. The sound exciting them more. The feeling was exhilarating. Eagerly they felt skin, eagerly, they moved to closure. The need for release great, Justin reached to feel Brian’s cock in his hand and to move it up and down, pumping penetrating, pulsating all at the same time was too much. He let out a scream and then calling Brian’s name. He couldn’t help cuming before Brian, but Brian came shortly afterwards.

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After showering and having breakfast which was light, just fruit and yogurt plus Brian’s usual need for coffee, putting on trunks, they went to the diving area and Justin showed Brian a few dives. The reverse triple pike and the reverse double layout with two twists were flashing and had a high difficulty level. Brian wanted to know those and a few others. The finer points Brian, is to get height, twist tightly, and make as little splash as possible. Explaining and showing various forward twists, armstand dives, backward dives, Brian picked six to concentrate on learning. Brian, being a quick learner got three dives down. Not, giving up, he knew he could perfect the other dives. Justin was surprised at how much Brian wanted to learn these skills. Maybe, diving would become a hobby. The two of them could go and do them together. Justin had already decided on continuing this sport when he got home. It had been a long time and he realized how much he missed it and the water.

After doing too many dives to count and critiquing Brian’s dives, Justin decided to try his hand at an erotic picture for the owners. He could teach other dives later or tomorrow. Sitting by the diving pool so he could watch Brian practice, he was content in the two things he loved most, his drawing and his man. He was daydreaming about the early morning play, when Brian wanting to show off, called his name. Diving from the board, Justin watched and realized that Brian was trying a difficult move, an armstand reverse double somersault and he held his breath. He had showed him a couple of armstand dives but this was difficult. He should have stayed with the armstand forward double somersault or armstand backward triple. Not judging correctly, Brian hit his head while coming down on the side of the platform. Justin knew that he was hurt immediately and dropped his drawing and dove into the pool after him. Blood was oozing from Brian’s head and Brian was unconscious in the water. Justin, pulled him up, as spectators watched and the lifeguard finally came to their rescue. Justin wouldn’t let go of Brian, threading water and keeping Brian’s head above it so he could breathe. As they laid him down on the side of the water, everyone gasped at the blood still flowing out from the occipital area of his skull. Justin, held him, frozen in time. He kept muttering to himself. “Not again. Not to Brian. Not NOW! Not again. Not to Brian. Not now. Not again. Not to Brian….”