Love Knows No Bounds, Chapter Five.

[amelialourdes]

So, I started writing this story almost six years ago now. I took an English class my freshman year of college and couldn't get the idea of Eros out of my head. Surprisingly, I still get notices, e-mails, comments about this story. It is surprising! I still like it. I just, you know, I kind of take Brian and Justin out of their element. But, there have been worse, right? I found these two chapters just sitting here on my drive so I'm going to post them. That's my long winded explanation as to why these two chapters about a story that none of you remember are showing up here. Okay.

“These are great Justin.”

“Thanks,” he beams, continuing to look down at his art. “I’ve always wanted to just have a studio and make art all day long but I want to put myself through school first and everything.”

I nod, appearing as if I don’t care. “What about money? Don’t you care about the money?”

He shakes his head, “I want to do what I love, I always knew that in doing that, monetary compensation is never a sure thing.”

“That’s realistic.” He smiles. That smile is going to be the end of me.

“Always try to stay grounded,” he shrugs.

I notice that he is staring intently at my face, capturing it, studying it. I don’t know if it is just because he wants to fuck me or because if …

“Do I know you? I mean, before we met at the gallery? I’m just getting the strangest feeling.”

I shake my head, “No, never met you.”

“I don’t mean to pry or ask. I just,” he laughs away his thoughts, and I’m glad for it.

“You want to get out of here?” I ask suddenly, hoping that it’ll take his mind off of whatever he is thinking about. He doesn’t need to be thinking about me. Not as intensely as he is thinking about me.

“What?” he looks confused. I laugh at his expression. It isn’t a very difficult question. “Yes,” he answers after he acknowledges his blunder. “Yeah, I do.”

We leave and I take him to a hotel, explaining that my place is being fumigated or some lame ass excuse that people make up when they don’t really have a place to live. I don’t think that he cares and frankly, neither do I.

The minute we walk up to a room, he throws his bags on the ground and runs back over to me, his lips and other significant body parts waiting in anticipation. He steps directly to me, our lips purposefully missing one another’s to create a sense of tension, heat, and passion. It works. Moments later, we kiss, mashing our lips together roughly.

I take off his shirt, pulling it over his head and throw it aside. I am quick, getting rid of my shirt and throwing it into the pile of clothes we are making. My lips dart to the side of his neck, biting down a little, causing him to yell out in pleasure. He tries to do the same to me and takes his tongue, dragging it from my neck to my chest. He unbuttons my pants, with the swiftness I remember earlier this evening, except this time with more urgency. Not that I don’t enjoy getting my dick sucked, but I just really want to fuck him.

I pull him up from his kneeling position and throw him on the bed, diving in for his lips again, grinding my erection against his thigh. It is driving him over the edge; it is driving me over the edge. To feel our raw skin touching, to see the sweat pouring from our brows, it makes me want him even more.

I kiss him again, and grab for a condom in the pocket of my pants on the floor. I slip it on to my hard dick and told him to roll over. I use the very little lubrication on the condom to prepare him for my entrance. It is tight, but then again, that’s what makes it feel good. I press into him and he wriggles around, moaning in a way I’ve never heard before.

It makes me feel wanted, which causes me to press completely inside him. I lay completely on top of him, my hand slipping underneath his chest, holding him up a little from the bed. I begin to pump faster, rubbing my face against the back of his hair, against his back. I grunt and groan and he whispers my name just like the first time I heard it when he was jacking off to the memory of me. I am grinding into him now, pounding him with every ounce of strength in my body until finally, we cum, loudly, together, as one.

The moments that come afterward are comfortable and silent. We speak more in the silence than if we are actually verbally communicating. I am still reeling from the experience, not the sex, but because of him, this seemingly innocent boy who had wanted it rough, taken all of it in, literally and also in a non-literal sense. There is much more to him than meets the eye.

With that last thought swimming around in my mind, I sleep.

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The next morning I wake to unfamiliar surroundings. I turn to my side and see Justin lying there, his mouth open a little. Now I remember the night before, Babylon, Justin, this room, it all comes back. Now I have to decide, am I going to leave him here, wondering where I went? No, I think it’d be better if I stay, then explain why I need to leave.

I dress and move to sit at the small table that is facing the window, waiting for him to wake. When he does, he calls out my name, sounding a little distressed, “Brian?” He looks over to the table and breathes a sigh of relief. “What are you doing over there?”

I shrug, acting nonchalant. “I have to get going.”

“So soon?” I can hear the disappointment in his voice.

“Well, what did you want me to do? Stick around here all day?” I scoff at our surroundings.

“I thought –“ he shakes his head. “Forget it, you have no obligation to me.” A moment of silence passes between us and then he speaks again, “You know what’s strange?” he looks over at me. “That you just seem to come out of nowhere when I need you the most. First at the art gallery, then Babylon and then outside of Daph’s? It just seems so …”

“What are you trying to insinuate?”

“Have you been following me or something?”

I have, with the exception of Babylon. But it’s impossible to tell him that. I would be risking my reputation, my duties, my responsibilities, but most importantly, myself. “No, I haven’t been following you.”

“So, everything’s just been some strange coincidence?” he isn’t convinced, not by a long shot.

“I suppose it is.”

He isn’t satisfied by anything I say, and he has good reason not to be, my answers are vague. I keep them short, so as not to reveal anything about myself. “Well then, I won’t expect to run into you anytime soon?”

“You may, or may not,” I said standing up. His eyes follow me.

“Is it wrong that I don’t know anything about you and yet I trust you completely? Willing to give in to anything that you want me to say, anything that you want me to do?”

None of those things are wrong for him to feel. What is wrong is that I am beginning to feel the same way about him. So in answer to his question, I shake my head and speak softly, “It’s not wrong, no.”

He acknowledges my answer with a nod. I take my jacket, open the door, and leave.

Comments

[camelhaircoat.livejournal.com]

Wow, wow, wow!!!! I'm so happy to see this. I'm one of the ones that wrote and asked you where to find the rest of it!!! Now are you actually going to finish it? *Sigh* I really enjoyed this chapter and now I'm off to read the next, and now that you've put it out there again we'll just have to haunt you until it's completed. As you know, too much Bad!fic out there, so it's your duty to your fandom! (How's that for guilt? Oh yeah, I'm good)

*Hug*
Amy

[amelialourdes.livejournal.com]

Definitely going to finish it! Was working on a chapter last night and I think that I have a good wrap up. Haha definitely my loyal duty to fandom to complete it. Right now, I guess it just reads like bad!fic to me since I wrote it such a long time ago but I think the newer chapter reflects more of the way that I write now which is good. Heh. Thanks for the comment. I'm chugging along here.

[buzziecat.livejournal.com]

Just found this fic. Not sure how I got to your site - clicking here and there. I really enjoyed the chapter and will look for more. Thanks.