Brian turned to look at the teenager sitting next to him and arched an eyebrow. 'Fucking teenagers, huh?' he thought. "Well I don't know either, Sunshine, but I have managed to put up with you for almost 3 years now."
Justin rolled his eyes at Brian and continued to survey the geriatric crowd. "How long are we going to wait for this guy? This place is giving me the creeps."
Brian glanced around at the crowd himself. "Ummm, until you're my age," he said coyly with a quick look at Justin for his reaction.
Without any hesitation, Justin shot back, "Well that will be a long time." Justin never even looked back at Brian, he just continued to look around the bar.
Brian leaned closer and replied with a fake smile, "Ha Hah, very funny."
As much as he hated being teased for being over 30, Justin seemed to hate being considered a teenager even more. He had certainly been through more than most 19 year olds, but that still didn't change the fact that he was still only 19. Brian's smile quickly faded as he continued to stare at the boy sitting next to him. 'God, nineteen,' Brian thought. Justin still had some of that young, innocent look to him, which was why Brian had needed him for his little charade, but there was something about him now that was different. He always acted older than his age, but now he was starting to look it as well. Maybe it was the longer hair. Maybe it was the more serious look that he carried on his face. Or maybe it was the confidence that he radiated through his eyes.
Justin got up off the stool and leaned back against the bar with his arms laid out wide and his elbows resting comfortably on top of the bar. He had all the confidence in the world that he was the hottest thing there. He was wearing a black, scoop necked tank top underneath his leather jacket and with his arms out, the jacket hung open enough that you could see his entire chest, including the small outline of his nipple ring. And who could ignore the ever present bulge between his legs that seemed to be more pronounced in the tight leather pants that he had on.
The more Brian stared at Justin, the more aroused he became. They were there to do a job, to play a dangerous hustler game, but Brian was starting to think that Justin was playing and looking the part a little too well. 'Why haven't we ever done this before?' Brian thought. He tried to shake himself from his slight trance. "Maybe we should just go. It doesn't appear that our killer is going to come tonight." 'Hopefully that won't be the case for me,' Brian thought still unable to get over just how good Justin looked.
"What do you think that means?" Justin asked, seeming to be bored with the whole scene.
"I think that it means our little hustler friend Hunter intercepted him in the parking lot," Brian replied rather sarcastically. "Fucking twat."
Justin turned to look at Brian and smirked. "Hmmm, maybe so. He would have done anything to impress you."
"You think so, huh?"
Justin smiled and looked Brian right in the eye, "No, I know so. He definitely has the hots for you." Justin quickly looked away, trying to maintain his confidant facade.
"What, are you jealous?"
"No," Justin replied a little too quickly. He glanced at Brian out of the corner of his eye and then looked away again. He knew Brian must have seen the break in his demeanor. 'Shit. Here it comes. Brian is never going to let this drop now.'
Brian thought about taking advantage of Justin's jealousy, but then he changed his mind. They were there to play a hustler game after all. Why ruin it? This might be fun. 'Let's see what the boy is made of.' Brian got up from his stool and moved so that he was standing next to Justin then leaned against the bar himself. He continued to look straight ahead but leaned in and said in a low, husky voice so that Justin was the only one that heard him, "Speaking of hot, you're making my cock so hard from seeing you in all that leather."
A small smile crept across Justin's face. "Really?" he asked, but then he remembered why they were there and why he was wearing the outfit that had put Brian in such a playful mood. Remembering what Brian had told him to say earlier, Justin repeated the words in his most seductive voice, "How would you like to plow my smooth tight ass?"
The words shot straight from Justin's mouth to Brian's dick. That was all it took. Brian grabbed Justin by the arm and said, "Waiting is over, time to go." Brian dragged him all the way out the front door, and once they were outside he draped his arm around Justin's neck and pulled him close so he could whisper in his ear. "I'm gonna fuck you all night long."
Justin felt his cock harden at the thought of what awaited him when they got back to the loft. He turned around so that they were face to face and kissed Brian greedily. Out of breath, Justin pulled away, locked his eyes on Brian's and said, "I was hoping you would say that."
Brian pushed his little, blonde hustler across the sidewalk and against the side of the corvette, then he attacked Justin's mouth without any warning. Brian pressed every inch of his body against Justin's. They were both so hard. Brian's dick was begging to be freed from the tight confinements of his leather pants and he was sure that Justin's was feeling the same way. Brian reached down with his hand and massaged the outline of Justin’s cock through the soft leather. He released Justin's mouth from the kiss, leaving the blond gasping for air. Brian dropped his head and started to kiss the portion of Justin's chest that was exposed from the low cut tank top.
"Brian," Justin whimpered still out of breath and forgetting all about the role he was supposed to be playing. "Brian, please, take me home."
Justin's voice made Brian realize where they were and he stopped his assault on Justin's chest. "Fuck!" Brian exclaimed, hating the fact that he would have to drive home before he could finish devouring his boy. "Get in the damn car, NOW!"
Brian opened the door for Justin and swatted his ass as he turned to get into the car. He shut the door and walked around to the driver's side. He reached his hand out for the lever and paused as he took in a deep breath, trying to calm himself down for the ride home. Brian got in the car, started the engine, pushed the pedal all the way to the floor and they pulled away from the curb with a loud squeal.
Justin was just too far gone and decided he didn't want to wait another minute. He reached his hand over to Brian's lap and started unbuttoning the top button of his pants. Justin snaked his hand down inside and pulled his lover's dick to freedom.
Brian took in a sharp breath of air and turned to look at Justin. "What are you doing?"
"Being a little impatient. Is that alright with you?" Justin asked playfully.
"Justin, I don't want to wreck..."
But before Brian could finish what he was going to say, Justin covered his lips with his own in a searing kiss and started to slowly move his hand up and down Brian’s shaft. Justin felt it getting harder and knew Brian wouldn't object anymore. Brian gripped the steering wheel tighter and tilted his head straining to still see the road ahead while Justin continued to kiss him.
Mumbling into the kiss Brian said, "Justin, shit, I can't see where I'm going."
Justin didn't respond, but for their own safety he thought he'd better move away from Brian's line of sight and move on to something a little less dangerous. He leaned over and let his mouth engulf the tip of Brian’s cock. He didn't even care that the gear stick was sticking into his ribs and would probably leave a bruise, he just needed a taste. Brian jumped at the sensation of the warm mouth on his dick and accidentally turned the steering wheel slightly. The swerve of the car caused Justin to knock the gear stick into neutral and the vette's engine roared. Brian let off of the gas pedal and reached over to put the car back into drive then said, "Fuck Justin, are you trying to get us killed?"
Again Justin didn't respond, but he let his lover’s cock slip from his mouth then adjusted himself in the small seat of the corvette and got onto his knees facing Brian. This way he could bend over without having the gear stick in his side. He leaned over right next to Brian's ear, sucked on the lobe for a few seconds then whispered, "Drive faster".
Brian growled as Justin's hot breath on his ear and the implication of his words made him wild. He pushed the pedal right down to the ground, determined to get to the loft in record time.
