Finding Justin
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Fandom: Queer As Folk, US Version
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Category: Episode Related, Discipline
Archive: Across the Pond, Persuaders
Summary: What happens when Brian finds Justin after he runs away.
Author's Notes: Thank you Carol for demanding this fic for your birthday &
for betaing. Thank you Alex for introducing us to QAF & sending the tapes!
Warning: Discipline
Spoilers: QAF: Episode 10
Brian leaned against the doorframe as his young blond lover opened the door.
If his look could kill, Justin would be dead; but the kid had been the
recipient of that look many times before. As before, Justin ignored it and
gave that little cherubic smile. Disregarding the cherub, Brian pushed past
him. He was tired and pissed. He'd just driven in from Pittsburgh to New
York last night looking for the runaway, finding him when his stolen VISA
was used.
"You want to come in?" Justin asked brightly as Brian shoved through.
"Why not, since I'm paying for it," Brian said mockingly as he took in the
lavish hotel suite. Justin droned on as Brian noted the terry cloth robe he
wore, provided by the hotel, taking in the array of half eaten room service
delicacies on the dining table and sideboard.
"New York's so amazing. I went clubbing last night 'til six in the morning.
Wooh!"
"Did you really think you'd get away with this?" Brian asked incredulously.
Enthusiasm dampened, Justin answered, "I figured, sooner or later someone
would come and arrest me. But I was hoping you'd come find me first." A
timid smile appeared.
"Well congratulations," Brian said sarcastically. "Now pack your shit cause
we're going back."
"Back? Back to what? My parents don't want me. You don't want me. My
life's a fucking mess, Brian," Justin replied angrily.
"Well, whose isn't?" Brian answered without sympathy. "We'll straighten it
out." Looking unconcerned, he drank from Justin's Pepsi beside the bed,
eyeing a filet with a few bites missing skeptically. A melted dessert
concoction lay next to it along with other plates. Brian's grumbling
stomach rejected the stale wasted food.
"First thing we're going to do when we get back is find you a place to
live."
"Why can't I live with you?" Justin asked, his lower lip thrust out in a
pout.
Brian shook his head from side-to-side condescendingly, not falling for the
puppy dog look in the least. You'd think the kid would give that up.
"Because my place is only big enough for one. That person is me." That
lower lip thrust out more. Jeez. "Okay, listen up. We're going back to
glorious Pittsburgh. You're going back to school. You're going to turn 18
and you're going to pay back every cent you charged on my credit card."
Justin tilted his head and looked up through his long brown lashes
imploringly.
"You are so spoiled," Brian said in exasperation as he returned to the
center of the room, eyeing the exotic fresh flowers. Tossing his leather
jacket on the bed, he turned and faced Justin, eyeing the kid squarely.
"You don't even give a shit that you wasted my money, wasted my time," Brian
stated.
"But you came," Justin replied as he walked around Brian, sat on the bed and
leaned back on his elbows, the robe parting artfully over chest and thighs,
yet still tantalizingly covering him. A satisfied smirk lit his face.
*The little shit is trying to seduce me,* Brian thought to himself.
Sunshine. Deb called him Sunshine. It was so appropriate. He glowed with
his blond hair, pale skin and blue eyes. The little fuck was making him
hard. As hard as he'd tried to get him out of his life, he kept letting him
back in. His friends claimed Justin was his responsibility. Fuck!
"You are such a little fucking spoiled brat," Brian repeated scornfully
staring into the sea blue eyes. "You're a baby, Justin, trying to play
grownup. Only you're just showing how much of a baby you are." Justin's
eyes seemed to lose some of their light, and the smirk left his face. He
looked away from Brian.
"Get up," Brian said shortly, hands on hips.
Justin sighed and obligingly stood slowly, mumbling, "I'll get my stuff."
"Get that robe off," Brian told him flatly, intercepting Justin as he took a
step toward the bathroom.
Justin brought his eyes up, a new light in them. Smiling again, he stepped
toward Brian, slowly untying the belt of the robe and lowering it off his
shoulders. Justin held the gaze of the cold hazel eyes.
Brian watched the newly acquired use of seduction unemotionally. Still
holding his eyes, Brian undid the buttons of his white shirt at his wrists.
As Justin stood before him naked, the robe a lump on the floor, he looked
down into the upturned face. Brian maintained a look of disinterest when he
glanced down at the body that could drive him beyond logical thought. He
noted the semi-erect cock Justin sported. "Don't move until I tell you,"
Brian commanded.
Justin smiled his obedience but watched in confusion as Brian rolled up his
shirtsleeves. "What--?"
"Shut up," Brian said evenly. He slowly walked around Justin and turned to
sit on the edge of the bed.
"Come here," Brian said in a low menacing tone. Despite that, another of
Justin's cherubic smiles returned as he sauntered the few steps to come
between Brian's legs. Quickly, Brian reached out and grabbed Justin's wrist
in his left hand, holding him tightly but not hurting. Reflexively, Justin
pulled but Brian held firmly.
"Because you acted like a spoiled brat, I'm going to treat you like one."
"What are you going to do, spank me?" Justin whispered tauntingly,
seductively. "You threatened that before." He ran his finger down Brian's
cheek with his free hand.
"You'll be losing that smile in a minute, boy. This isn't going to be fun.
Remember that pleasure pain?" Brian mirrored the soft whisper, and then
added with an edge to his voice. "This isn't going to be it."
Something must have clicked in Justin's brain, and Brian watched in
satisfaction as the seductive look was replaced by apprehension. "No way,"
Justin replied unbelievably, digging his heels in he tried pulling his wrist
out of Brian's steel grip. Brian easily overpowered Justin, getting a hold
of Justin's other wrist.
"You don't have a choice, Justin. Just calm down and take it and it'll be
over. The longer you struggle, the worse it's going to be," Brian reasoned.
"Fuck you, asshole. Let me go!" Justin cried desperately.
"Let you go, Justin? Is that what you want?" Brian turned the words
against his struggling lover. Justin slowed and eventually stood trembling
and breathing heavily.
"Across my lap," Brian instructed as he pulled the wrists to start him into
position.
Justin turned his eyes to look at Brian pleadingly, "No, please don't do
this. Brian please, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken your VISA. I'm
sorry. You can't do this."
"Across my lap," Brian repeated. Still he felt a tug of reluctance. "Now!"
Justin jumped when Brian shouted, the command being the first time he raised
his voice since he entered the hotel room. Because he was startled by the
harsh voice, Justin was easily pulled over Brian's faded jean clad lap. He
manipulated the wrists into the small of the back and anchored his muscular
leg over Justin's legs without too much trouble despite a bit of renewed
struggle.
Without pause, Brian used his free right hand and brought it down firmly on
the rounded cheeks of Justin's ass. A startled and pained yelp answered the
first swat. Another blow quickly followed, harder.
"We're just getting started, brat." Rapidly landing several more blows on
the taut buttocks. "It's not like you don't deserve this," Brian told
Justin as the younger man held his cries much more valiantly after the first
few surprising strikes. Still, the rhythmic pelting was taking its toll, as
Justin let forth grunts that gradually got louder. Luckily, they were in a
suite of rooms and not some cheap thin-walled Motel 8.
"You shouldn't have stolen my credit card," Brian said calmly, halting for a
moment. "What else?"
Silence.
Brian brought down his hand even harder. "What else?"
"I-I, ah, I don't..." Justin incoherently replied through soft sobs, writhing
to escape the stinging torture to his ass.
Brian continued his assault, bringing down a heavy hand again. "Nothing to
say, brat? Fine." The kid maliciously used running away to get his
attention. Well, now he had his full attention and he'd make sure Justin
wasn't going to ever forget it.
"I'll tell you then." Brian started to slap Justin's right butt check
repeatedly. "You should NOT have charged all this crap to my card." Justin
started to cry out, pleading with Brian to stop as he was spanked in the
same area over and over.
"You manipulated me to come after you. It was a childish thing to do."
Brian started to work on the left globe, reining down the blows to the exact
same spot. Justin jerked and cried out as each smack struck. Finally,
Brian moved his repeated assault to another area, much to his young lover's
relief. Still, Brian covered every inch of Justin's ass.
"Goddammit, you ran away! Do you know how dangerous that is?" Brian asked,
expecting no reply from the sobbing Justin. "Someone could have robbed you
of that card, and then what? You would have been stranded. Someone could
have raped this pretty red little ass of yours, could have killed you and NO
ONE would have known. It was stupid and totally irresponsible. You want to
be a man, well dammit, after this, you better start acting like one cause no
one's going to take care of you but you and you better get used to it!"
With that, Brian laid the last blow, equally as hard as all the rest.
Justin lay across his lap, his ass a thoroughly mottled red and radiating
heat. His sobs and gasps for breath the only sound now that the sound of
flesh striking flesh had abruptly ended. Brian himself took deep breaths to
calm down, feeling like he'd just sprinted five miles.
He hadn't intended to beat the kid's ass. He had never had anything so
formal done to him. He'd been beaten by his drunken father but never with
any intention of trying to teach a lesson. Damn this growing up shit
sucked. Still, he didn't regret what he'd done to Justin as he absently
stroked the back of the sweaty blond hair. It suddenly hit him, it wasn't
just the kid running off with his card, but everyone telling him that he'd
made the kid run, that it was his fault and his responsibility. Normally
when he was pushed into a corner, he fought himself out, no matter what the
consequences or whom he hurt. When the little shit acted like it was no big
deal that he'd taken off, not thinking of any consequences, any dangers, he
saw himself and didn't like it.
Justin had calmed, but a ragged sob still could be heard intermittently.
Brian had let go of his wrists right after the spanking but still Justin had
remained in position. He stopped stroking the soft damp hair.
"Get up," Brain told him. No sound or movement answered him. "Come on,
quit sulking."
Justin reared up suddenly, his legs wobbled as he stumbled a few steps back.
His face was wet and blotched from crying. "Fuck you! I hate you!" Justin
turned and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door.
"Good! It's about fucking time!" Brian yelled back.
"I don't need this crap," Brian said aloud to himself. He stood and ran his
hands thru his hair in frustration, grimacing at the tenderness of his right
hand. Standing, he went over to the food and ate a square of cheese. A
minute later, he heard the bathroom door open and a dressed Justin rushed
out, grabbing his Nikes off the floor and heading toward the door.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?" Brian asked, moving quickly.
He didn't get an answer. When Justin pulled open the door, Brian's palm
slammed the door shut.
"Let me out of here," Justin said angrily through clenched teeth, pulling at
the handle to no avail.
"Quit it, Justin! Calm down," Brian scooped Justin's upper arm, pulling him
around to face him. "You're not going anywhere. You're not running again."
"Why not? Why do you care? You should be happy." Justin kept trying to
pull away.
Frustrated, Brian dragged Justin away from the door. "Stop it. I'M telling
you what you're doing," Brian said as he took Justin's upper arms in his
hands and shook him lightly a few times. Justin's fighting stopped and he
laid his head on Brian's shoulder, crying softly. Taking a deep breath of
resignation, Brian brought his arms up and held him. He just held onto him
and then he started telling him that everything was going to be okay.
Everything would workout. He didn't know where the words were coming from.
They were just words.
He stroked the young man's back, his hair, familiarizing himself again with
the softness of the short strands. Gently Brian brushed his lips across the
temple, down to the small ear, down to the neck with the downy little hairs
at the back then nuzzled aside the open collar shirt to reach more skin.
His hands caressed Justin's sides, knowing if he did it too softly, Justin
would jerk away, his sides being so ticklish. Brian slid his hands around
the narrow waist down to the jean clad rounded bottom and squeezed lightly.
Justin's hiss of breath and tensing of body brought them to look into each
other's eyes. Though Justin's skin was flushed with arousal, his eyes held
a wounded look, red rimmed and watery. "You hurt me," he accused softly
with a glower that lost its effect with a hiccup.
Snaking an arm around the small waist, he pulled, bringing the young body
in, pressed hard to his own. Brian reached and took Justin's chin in hand,
cupping it firmly. "Yes. You did something stupid. You do something
stupid again and I'll do it again," he threatened staring deeply into the
liquid blue eyes.
Justin lowered his eyes but Brian pulled his chin higher and kissed him
hard, holding the back of the blond head tightly. He didn't need to, the
kiss was returned.
"Who said you could get dressed?" Brian asked when they came up for air.
Justin looked up, confused, obviously unsure how to take this further step
of dominance.
Brian quirked his eyebrows. "Get them off."
Justin backed up a step and shed his layers of clothing, coyly glancing up
from under his lashes, and then standing in his nakedness. He reached out
to Brian, placing his fingers over the covered muscled chest. "You're
overdressed." The pouting lips turned up as he reached for Brian's buttons,
working them free. Brian stood still, allowing it.
Once naked, Brian moved to recline on the queen size bed. "Come here," he
ordered. Obeying, Justin stepped up to Brian and leaned down for a kiss.
"No," Brian halted him. "You do only what I tell you. Nothing more,
nothing less." He watched the young blond intently, seeing the cock harden,
the blue eyes glitter. "Turn around."
A second of hesitation, then slowly Justin moved, standing with his butt
facing Brian. Brian reached out a hand and gently grazed it over the red
bottom that still radiated heat. "The blush has faded a bit, Justin," he
told him seductively, regretfully.
"Still hurts," was the subdued reply.
"That's why they call it punishment," Brian answered. "Lay down on the bed,
on your back."
When Justin settled next to him after grimacing when his ass settled against
the sheets, Brian reached over and stroked a fingertip over the scooped nose
and then down to the pouting lips. Justin stuck his tongue out to lick the
digit. "No. You be still, don't move." For long minutes, Brian gently
glided his hands over Justin's face and body, moving over the lean muscles
of shoulders, arms and torso. Teasing his nipples, hooking his pinkie on
the nipple ring, tugging. Justin moaned. "Shhhh," Brian murmured softly.
He slid his hand down over Justin's flat stomach, the downy blond hair
getting thicker and darker as he moved to the groin. Bypassing that area,
Brian moved down the thigh. Justin groaned.
"Quiet," Brian ordered.
Moving his hand between the young thighs, Brian pushed them apart gently.
"Open for me."
Again, he was obeyed. Brian brought his fingertips back up and traced down
the abdomen, then spent minutes lightly teasing and brushing at the wiry
pubic hair surrounding the hard cock, circling around and around. He
lightly fondled the tight balls and chuckled softly when Justin's hands
clenched at the bed sheets, trying to stifle a moan. Finally, Brian's
fingertips touched the skin of the turgid shaft, caressing the length.
Circling the velvety tip, Brian rubbed in the pre-cum leaking from the slit
as Justin's hips undulated, his breathing heavy and panting.
"On your stomach," Brian commanded with a whisper to Justin's ear.
Justin closed his eyes then opened them, looking into Brian's eyes.
Gulping, he turned over, careful of his straining erection. Brian sat up,
straddled the thighs and leaned forward, taking Justin's wrists and moving
them over the blond head. "Keep them there. Don't move. No talking."
Again, Brian used his fingertips, slowly down the arms, over the shoulders
and back. He leaned down and nuzzled the ear, sucking on the earlobe,
kissing Justin's neck. Moving lower, Brian used his tongue, following the
valley of the spine to the crack of the ass, and moved lower. Swirling his
tongue over the rounded globes, he nipped lightly. "It's still hot, Justin.
Are you hot, Justin?" Brian asked seductively.
"God, yes," Justin moaned. "Please fuck me."
A smack landed on his right ass cheek. "No talking," Brian commanded.
Justin moaned at the sting of the slap that had been delivered much more
lightly than his earlier punishment.
"Please Brian."
"Not following orders too well, boy? I guess you must want your ass spanked
some more. Is that what you want?" No answer came from the heavily panting
Justin whose knuckles were white as he gripped the pillow beneath his head.
Brian continued lightly stroking the reddened cheeks with fingertips and
tongue. "I think you do. Your dick was hard. I felt it. When you were
over my lap. Naked. At my mercy. Did you like me spanking you, Justin?
Answer me."
"No, no," Justin groaned, shaking his head, burying his face in the pillow.
"It hurt."
"Hmm, yeah I'm sure it did. It was supposed to. You were bad." Brian sat
up, pushing Justin's thighs further apart, settling between as he rubbed
his hands lightly over the ass before him.
"But I think you liked it too. In fact, I think if we had a 'scene' you'd
like me to spank you."
"No. That's sick," Justin groaned.
Brian stretched over to his discarded leather jacket and retrieved lube and
foil packets from the pocket. Squeezing out the KY, he massaged it into
Justin's hole, stretching him.
Brian smirked, "I don't think it's sick. I don't think you think that
either. I think you're just embarrassed." Brian ripped open the foil and
fit the condom over his erection. "Lift up," he directed, lightly smacking
the side of Justin's hip. "No, shoulders down, ass in the air. Good boy."
"Ah!" Justin moaned when he was penetrated and continued making small
noises as Brian eased into the hot channel slowly. He waited a moment for
Justin to accept him before he made tiny undulating movements and gradually
pulled almost all the way out to plunge back in, holding onto Justin's hips.
He continued to massage his tool with long strokes in the hot recess. Soon,
Brian wrapped a hand around Justin's cock. It didn't take long to jerk him
into completion with Brian following as Justin's muscles contracted hard
over his pistoning cock.
Falling over Justin's sweaty back, Brian lay there for a moment, both of
them breathing heavily. After a few moments, he turned his head, kissed the
youthful cheek, and leveraged himself up, pulling out of Justin with a
mutual groan. He disposed of the condom and returned quickly to lie at the
younger man's side, facing him.
After laying in exhausted silence for a few minutes, Justin stated drowsily,
"You've never done that to me before."
Brian arched an eyebrow and looked at him mockingly. "No, I haven't."
"Not just spanking me," Justin said, his face turning red. "I mean, you
were gentle and teasing and dominating and shit, it was so hot." He didn't
meet Brian's eyes.
Brian flopped over on his back but turned his head to look at Justin. "That
spanking was real kid. You fucked up big time. I mean it, you do it again
and it will hurt worse. I'll use a belt on you. You understand?"
Justin nodded haltingly, looking away.
"Good," Brian accepted. "Sex, spanking, pleasure, pain, its all the same,
just different levels. I have to admit, it's fun teaching you," Brian said
with a grin. "We need to get moving, the guys are waiting. Get in the
shower."
"What about going back? Where am I--?"
"I already told you, you can't stay with me. I have an idea, we'll talk
about it later. Don't worry, it's going to work out okay." Brian stood up
and reached over, swatting Justin's ass, "Come on, hot butt. Get in the
shower with me."
End