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Title: Bed, Baths & Beyond
Author: [livejournal.com profile] xheartrockx
Character/Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: NC-17
Wordcount: approx 3,300
Warnings: unless you’re offended by public sex... none
Summary: Brian pulled his jeep into a parking spot in the alley outside the baths and killed the engine. "You're not scared, are you?" Set after 1x09, in reference to season 4x06.
Author's Note: This is not the story I originally meant to write. The one I started just wouldn’t work out for numerous reason so I went ahead, tossed the idea and started something else. I hope you like it. And many thanks to [livejournal.com profile] ju_311 for righting my most glaring wrongs.

Things have changed since New York.

It wasn't the fact that Justin was living at Debbie's house now, although for the first time since his coming out, he felt a sense of belonging.

His parents (or his dad to be precise) didn't want him and neither did Brian (unless it was for sex). And while it was tough to admit it, he didn't really belong in the loft. It was a makeshift situation, and living out of his dufflebag was no solution to his problems. At Debbie's, he might have to adhere to her rules but at least he had his own bed, a room, and a fridge that contained more than water, a can of tuna and poppers.

But those weren't the real changes. Things with Brian were different. At first, Justin had hardly noticed it but something had happened in that hotel room aside from the mind blowing sex that had left them both raw and sated.

Brian was still treating him like the flavor of the week, especially when he reminded Justin of the debts he owed, but sometimes he would look at him differently, kiss him differently, fuck him differently.

The first time Justin had noticed it was at Babylon. Brian had put his arm around his shoulders in a possessive gesture when a particularly hot guy had started cruising him. That night, Brian had bent him over the kitchen counter, fucking him seven ways to Sunday.

It was the little things like that, a touch or a gesture but it still filled Justin with inane pride. Of course, he would never tell Brian, fearing (and knowing) that it would scare him off, and things would revert back to what they were before.


"You're leaving so soon?" Justin couldn't help the needy tone in his voice, and he hated himself for it.

They were at Babylon. Emmett was off dancing with some hunk while Ted was nursing his beer. All evening, guys had come and gone but Brian hadn't given them so much as a second glance, filing them away according to their fuckable-rating. None of them seemed to have drawn his attention beyond that, and he had made a rather distracted impression. Not that Justin would pay attention to those things.

Now, Brian had downed his Stoli and had announced his departure. "I'm going to hit the baths," he explained, padding his pockets for his keys.

"Oh," came Justin's rather lame response, which he hated even more than his initial question.

Much to his surprise, Brian leaned into him, a hand on his hip, and his mouth close to his ear. "I want you to come with." Justin wanted to pull away, but Brian wasn’t finished yet. "I want to fuck you there."

Justin felt his eyes go wide, his cheeks turn red, and his dick become hard all at one. He could only stare at Brian who was obviously waiting for an answer.

"Just say yes, for God's sake, and take one for the team," Ted interjected somewhat annoyed, then quickly hid behind his bottle as if he feared Brian's wrath.

"I'm not asking twice," Brian chose to ignore Ted's comment, growing impatient.

Justin swallowed. "Ehm, yeah, sure," he finally answered, although he wasn't quite so sure at all. He had only heard about the baths from what Brian and the others had told him, and while he was curious, he was also a little scared. Ever since he knew what the baths were, he had secretly hoped Brian would take him, but he still couldn't shake off that slight uneasiness when it came to sex in public places.

Brian wrapped his arm around Justin's shoulder in that possessive gesture again, and padded Ted on the back: "Don't do anything rash, Ted, like... I don't know... having fun."

"And fuck you, too, Brian," Ted raised his bottle in a mock salute then went to join Emmett in the crowd.


Brian pulled his jeep into a parking spot in the alley outside the baths and killed the engine. "You're not scared, are you?"

Justin averted his gaze, fiddling with his seat belt. "Of course not." He felt Brian's scrutinizing gaze on him and the blush crept back on his face. "Maybe a little."

"You'll be fine." Brian leaned over to him, took him by the chin and pressed a slow kiss to his mouth.

Justin barely managed to kiss him back before Brian pulled away from him. Not that he minded it but this was not how he had expected this evening to proceed.

Did Brian actually care about how he felt about this whole thing? Probably not. He was probably more concerned about Justin backing out and having to find a last minute fuck-replacement. He certainly wouldn't have any problems in that department yet he would be annoyed about the inconvenience.


They had left their belongings in the locker room and, only dressed in white towels, went out into the main area.

"Hey Brian. I didn't know it was 'bring your own twink-night tonight." An overweight guy with a carpet for chest hair stopped them, leaning against the door frame of one of the private rooms.

"Shut the fuck up, Marty," Brian replied with a playful grin. They exchanged some banter before Justin felt Brian's hand around his wrist. Before he knew what was actually happening, Brian had dragged him off into one of the unoccupied rooms and pressed him up against the door. His mouth was on Justin's before the blond could get a question out.

The kiss was deep and heated with Brian's tongue pressing against his like it wanted to leave an imprint. And maybe that was what Brian was doing.

"Who was the guy?" Justin asked when Brian pulled away.

"Marty? Marty likes to watch." Brian explained while trailing a few open-mouthed kisses down Justin's neck.

"Did you fuck him?" Justin asked despite himself, having trouble imagining Brian with a guy so unlike his usual prey.

Brian grinned against his skin. "He wishes I did. He fingers me sometimes."

"What?" It came out with a little yelp as Brian playfully bit down on Justin's left nipple.

Brian stood up straight again, one hand next to Justin's head, his mouth close to his ear as if he was going to disclose a secret to him. "When I'm fucking someone...," he paused, letting the words and the mental images sink in, "he likes to stick a finger in my ass."

Justin gulped. Audibly. He meant to ask something else but Brian muted him with another kiss. One of his hands traveled south, cupping Justin's towel-clad hard on. "You ready?"

For a second, Justin hesitated, meeting Brian's darkened gaze. Slowly, he nodded. Then he mimicked Brian's motion which drew a somewhat proud and satisfied grin from the other.

Brian pulled him off the door and opened it, letting Justin out of the room first. They went down the hall towards the steam room, passing a few more of the private rooms. In each of them, couples or threesomes or moresomes were wrapped up in various states of debauchery, their moans and groans speaking volumes even behind closed doors. It was enticing and a little disturbing at the same time.

Before they entered the steam room (which didn't really contain that much actual steam), Brian stopped, wrapping his arm around Justin's chest, pulling him against his chest. In a voice so low that only Justin could hear it: "You're here with me."

It was a simple statement, and from anyone else, it would have been merely a stating of facts. From Brian however...

"You coming then?"

Justin blinked and realized that Brian had pushed past him already – that moment obviously passed – and was now standing in the middle of the steam room where he dropped his towel to the floor in a haphazard heap.

Brian led the way to a free spot on one of the tiled benches in one corner of the room. He motioned Justin to sit down in front of him, and ran his fingers through his short, blond hair. He didn't need to say what he wanted from Justin, the smirk on his face said it all.

A low moan rolled off Brian's tongue as Justin wrapped his hand and mouth around his cock. Justin grinned against his skin, feeling some childish pride drown out his anxiety. In this room full of humping hunks, he was most likely the one with the least experience (that he was probably the only one who was not of age notwithstanding), and yet he was not only with Brian. He was the one making him do these delicious little noises that let him forget he actually was in a room full of people.

Brian's body was shielding him from most of the other guys which comforted Justin a little. To this point, he had never understood the appeal of having sex with an audience. But then, until a couple of weeks ago, the mere thought of having sex, much less with a guy like Brian Kinney, was the scariest and most improbable thing ever.

Brian's grip on Justin's short hair tightened, and he literally had to pull the blond off his cock to lean down and kiss him. Hard and soundly.

"I want to fuck you."

Justin looked up at Brian, wiping spit and precum off his chin. "Okay."

Brian glowered at him. "You know, for someone who had the balls to not only steal my credit card but to run away to New York with it, you couldn't possibly sound any less enthusiastic."

Now it was Justin's turn to glower. "You will not stop reminding me of it, right?"

"Not until your debt is paid." Brian pulled him to his feet, one arm snaking around his waist. "In full." He kissed him again. "In fact, there might be a way to reduce your debt other than busing tables."

"I'm sure you already have something in mind."

Brian gave a peck on the lips, this one surprisingly gentle and strangely endearing. And it clearly came with an agenda. "Condom dispenser's over there." He nodded back in the opposite direction.

After a moment's hesitation, Justin pushed past him, trying his best to appear confident. He still wore the towel around his hips but his cock had set up a nice little tent and all the looks made him self-conscious. So he padded over to the dispenser mounted on the wall and got a condom (okay, two... just in case), and when he turned around he found himself in front of an unexpected display.

A guy – tall, dark-haired, well-muscled and very much Brian's type – was leaning over to Brian, whispering something into his ear while his hand was creeping down Brian's chest. Brian, however, slapped it away with a dismissive gesture and just kept stroking himself. All the while, he had his gaze fixed on Justin with just the merest hint of a smile on his face.

As he walked over to Brian again, Justin had a triumphant little grin spread on his face. It made his cock jump a little with excitement to see that Brian was passing up a guy he otherwise would have fucked in a heartbeat. That was a first, and yet another thing that had changed since New York. Well, not exactly, since Justin could recall one or two other occasions but still...

Brian put his free hand on Justin's chest, stopping him in front of him. At the young man's curious glance, he tugged at Justin's towel, letting it drop to the floor as well. Before Justin could say or even think something, Brian had his mouth wrapped around his cock and his hand was sneaking between his legs.

Now that was definitely a first. Brian... sucking him off... in public... that was... Justin didn't have time to finish the thought because ever so slowly, Brian pushed his index finger against his sphincter and then past the tight ring of muscles, sinking in to the first knuckle.

Bracing himself against Brian's shoulders, Justin swayed on his feet and he felt Brian huff a little laugh against his skin. He had to bite his bottom lip, for one so he wouldn't call out Brian's name and for the other, so that he wouldn't just come right then and there.

When he felt the third finger slide into him, slowly opening him up for more, Justin almost lost it. His hand clenched down on Brian's hair, stilling his motions. "You.... better stop now."

Brian looked up at him, mischief glinting in his eyes. He pulled back from Justin, prying the condom from the boy's hand where it had left an imprint being pressed between his palm and Brian's shoulder. He tore it open with his teeth and put it on, obviously making a show of it. Then he reached for Justin's wrist and turned him around so that he was facing away from him and towards the room. With the hand in the small of Justin's back, Brian pushed him, making him bend at the waist, and in one swift motion ran his tongue down Justin's crack and back up again.

Justin let out a strangled: "Fuck." and stumbled half a step forward, almost falling over.

Brian caught him, fingers digging into his hips, then pulled him back into his lap. "You alright?"

Justin leaned back against him, craning his head to place a quick peck on Brian's cheek. "I'll be better if you fuck me already."

With a satisfied smile, Brian grabbed Justin's chin and turned him towards him to deepen the kiss. "Go help yourself."

Supporting his weight on one of Brian's knees, Justin leaned forward, then reached back and positioned Brian's cock at his entrance. It always hurt at first, Brian had been right about that. There was always that little sting of pain in the beginning that gave way to a pleasure that Justin still had trouble describing.

His entire body shuddered as Brian slowly slid into him and he was this close to coming right there, when Brian's fingers closed around the base of his dick, squeezing down on him.

"Not yet." Brian pulled him flush against his chest, keeping him still until Justin was finally able to relax. Then his hands closed down on the young man's hips again, slowly lifting him up before he let him sink down again, setting a rhythm.

Justin liked being on top. Not topping because with Brian... yeah, that was never going to happen, but being on top gave him a bit of control which he really enjoyed. He liked riding Brian, their hips grinding together, and he really, really enjoyed how Brian hit that spot inside him that made sparks shoot behind his eyes.

They both knew that Justin wouldn't last long. Every now and then, he had to stop moving, had to take a few deep breaths, but it was just too much. Having Brian underneath him, inside of him... that sensation alone was enough to drive him over the edge in record time. But with about fifteen or so guys (and yes, he was aware of the odd number) around them, it added an extra special kick.

He wasn't sure if those guys were actually watching him. If anything, they would mark him down as Brian's latest public fuck. Little did they know what it meant when Brian did that almost patented hip-move that told Justin he was close as well. And they knew even less about the significance of Brian wrapping his arms around Justin's chest yet again, pulling him against him. His teeth sank into the soft spot on Justin's shoulder, his breath hot against Justin's sweaty skin.

"Fuck." Justin couldn't help it. His exclamation got warped into a strangled little cry when Brian's hand closed around his cock and he started jerking him off in quick motions. Within five seconds flat, he came, spurting over Brian's and his own chest. Blood was rushing in his ears and he might have turned a little cross-eyed when Brian ran the pad of his thumb over the tip of his cock, making him come some more.

With his body spent and almost limp, Justin let Brian set the pace now. He loved the feeling of being fucked while still well up on his high, blissfully pliant and eagerly waiting for Brian to come as well. He knew and understood why he would never actually feel him come inside him but still...

Brian's thrusts became more urgent, more demanding, and harder, even though their position didn't really allow for much movement on his part. He came with a grunt and a curse and a growl, and it almost made Justin come again.

With his fingers digging into the flesh of Justin's hip, Brian held onto him, bucking up against him, almost knocking him off his lap.

"That was amazing," Justin said under his breath, leaning against Brian's chest when he was finally spent.

Brian smiled languidly, his arms sliding around Justin's body in an entirely too familiar way. Not that Justin would point it out.... ever. For the moment, he just enjoyed their post-orgasmic bliss, feeling Brian close to him like this, feeling almost like he was... his.

"It's a school night," Brian said after a while, his voice low and a little slurred.

Justin turned to him as much as he could. "It's Saturday."

Brian rolled his eyes at him. "And I believe I just taught you a valuable lesson."

"Do I get an A?"


"And... what can I do to improve my performance?" Justin leaned into him, nibbling on his earlobe, which he knew Brian loved but would never admit to.

"I think we should discuss that in a private lesson."

Taking the hint, Justin disentangled himself from Brian. Feeling his cock slide from his body made Justin's own dick twitch again, and he let out a little moan at the strangely empty sensation. Behind him, Brian disposed of the condom (he didn't really want to know where he put it), then rose as well. He stepped up beside Justin, leaning into him. "We need to do this again."


Justin couldn't help but grin rather stupidly all the way back to the car. He knew Brian hated it when he did that but he really didn't care.

He couldn't help but replay his first time at the baths either. It had been nothing like he had expected and yet it had been everything and more. Just thinking about it made him hard again, and his hand darted down between his legs to cup his yet again growing erection.

"You know that Debbie has a rule against tricks at the house." He tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, hoping that Brian would still take the bait.

"I'm not taking you to Debbie's." Brian cleared his throat, obviously a little uncomfortable with what he was about to say next. Now it was his turn to try and sound like it didn't matter at all. "Wanna stay over?"

Justin's grin widened. He knew that Brian still hadn't forgiven him for that New York episode or that it had been his fault almost all of his possessions had been stolen. At first, Justin had believed that Brian would never speak with him again, let alone fuck him. And even if he was still working off his debts in one way or the other, something had changed between them. Until he could figure out exactly what it was, Justin would take these little moments and cherish them for what they were worth.

He shrugged. "Sure, whatever."

Brian grinned at that, shooting him a brief glance. "You know what Debbie says, too." He reached over and put his hand over Justin's and his hardened cock. "Never waste an erection."

Justin laughed. "Maybe we should get her that on a t-shirt."

Date: 2013-08-09 05:24 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 7wildwaysup.livejournal.com
Just another first between the two of them, with Justin taking what he can get... Nice job...

Later ~ Kathleen

Date: 2013-08-10 01:23 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed it :)

Date: 2013-08-09 11:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] galehot.livejournal.com
Brian is a good teacher but Justin is a fantastic school boy too!
Hot scene at the bath, now I can't help but imagine Marty fingering Brian and oh god....


Date: 2013-08-10 01:24 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Learning from the best and all ;) And you're very welcome for that mental image :)

Glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2013-08-10 05:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mander3-swish.livejournal.com
Haha! They totes need to get deb that shirt!

Really great fic! Hot. Wonderful subtle exchanges of tenderness.

Date: 2013-08-10 01:27 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Oddly enough, they did ;)

Thanks, dear. Glad you liked my little dabbling.

Date: 2013-08-11 01:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] snow-white79.livejournal.com
that was a great first time for Justin. I love how you added the special moments that Justin notices and Brian does without awareness.

Date: 2013-08-11 07:33 pm (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thank you very much. Glad you enjoyed my little adventure.

Date: 2013-08-12 10:15 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Absolutely LOVE the fic as you already know.
And you're totally welcome, it was my pleasure -- even if I didn't always go in the right direction ;)

Date: 2013-08-12 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ju-311.livejournal.com
Great... my first comment and I mess it up... now that I'm actually locked in... here it is again

Absolutely LOVE the fic as you already know.
And you're totally welcome, it was my pleasure -- even if I didn't always go in the right direction ;)

Date: 2013-08-13 06:33 am (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Nawwwww, fail!

Still glad you like it, though. With all its inappropriateness and stuff... mostly stuff.

Date: 2013-08-16 12:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ju-311.livejournal.com
Fail for sure...

And yupp, I especially enjoyed all the inappropriateness... as you well know :D

Date: 2013-08-14 01:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sjmpets.livejournal.com
That strange thing, the difference

Date: 2013-08-14 01:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] sjmpets.livejournal.com
That strange thing, the difference Justin could put his finger on was Brian's feelings. They'really beginning to deepen.
Always good when learning from the master.

Date: 2013-08-14 01:22 pm (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Too bad only one of them actually realized it :)

Thanks for reading my little dabble.

Date: 2013-08-15 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] techgirl-on-ij.livejournal.com
Loves S1 Justin! This was so hot and very very sweet. Lovely images of Brian taking care of him at the baths.

Date: 2013-08-16 08:05 am (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thanks, dear. Glad I could make it work.
I love writing s1 Justin, when neither of them really knew what they were doing.

Date: 2013-08-17 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] junby.livejournal.com
Wonderful story! Love how Brian takes care of Justin <3

Date: 2013-08-18 10:10 am (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thank you vey much. Glad you enjoyed it.

Date: 2013-08-18 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] chloris01.livejournal.com
Once again, you really know how to write Justin : both scared and eager !

Date: 2013-08-18 09:15 pm (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thank you very much. I'm glad you liked it :)

Date: 2013-08-19 12:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] later2nite.livejournal.com
Hot fic!! Nice scenario of Justin's first time at the baths. Love how Brian said, "You're here with me." That speaks volumes. ♥

Date: 2013-08-21 08:22 pm (UTC)
ext_51544: ([qaf] cast - Scott's bday)
From: [identity profile] xheartrockx.livejournal.com
Thank you very much.
I was a little on the fence at that line. I wanted him to say something that sort of possesive but not too much, yet with enough weight. Glad it worked out this way :)


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