AJ paced the room that was going to be their music room. He couldn’t believe it. Brian was pissed at him because he was talking to his best friend? That was ridiculous! Who else was he supposed to go to? He’d been honest when he’d said that the last thing he’d wanted to do was go to Brian and hurt him with what would have come out of his mouth. AJ knew what he could be like when he was mad and he hadn’t wanted to have to censor it, which he would have done if he’d ranted to Brian.
As for not telling him about the conversation with his dad, well, that was just common sense! Really, that wasn’t something he wanted to repeat, let alone to the dude’s son! It was such bull shit! To say that he didn’t trust him, well….hell!
A noise caught AJ’s attention and he spun toward the doorway. Nick was walking forward, propelling Brian with him, who looked very disgruntled. Once he’d pushed Brian in the room, Nick dusted his hands off and glared at them both. “You two are idiots.” He said bluntly. “You’re fighting over something stupid, and there’s no point to it. So, D and I are gonna take Nina and go for a drive. I remember Bri saying she likes to ride in the car. We’ll give you two an hour to talk this shit out.” That said he turned and left the room.
Temper was still a little too strong in AJ for him to stand there and calmly talk. He knew his face was set in a glower but he didn’t care. Try and say he didn’t trust him? Fuck that shit. If that was the shit he got just because he wanted to protect him from being hurt, well, fuck him too. AJ paced over to the window, watching as Howie and Nick’s car headed down the driveway. He could see Nina’s head sticking out the window happily.
“AJ…” Brian said softly, and then stopped.
Angry with Brian and angrier by the soft, hurt tone to his voice, AJ whipped his head around. “What? Didn’t say all you wanted to? You got more you want to slam me with? Or, better yet, another insult. I don’t trust you. What next? I don’t love you?” AJ didn’t give him time to answer. He scoffed and spun away, his foot tapping the ground in his agitation.
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Brian took a deep breath as he stared at the back of AJ’s head. He’d already been burning his own anger off while walking outside even before Nick had come to get him. That’s how it always was with his anger. It would flash, hot and hard when it finally broke, but it usually faded quickly. The hurt had been there, that was true, and it was still there, but hurt he could work past. At least, if AJ would talk to him.
“I know you love me, Alex. But can’t you see from my side of things how it would feel like you don’t trust me? With the rough stuff you go straight to Howie before you talk to me. All I was asking was that you talk to me and tell me what’s going on. I don’t think it’s too much to ask.”
“That’s because you have no idea what you’re talking about!” AJ snapped. He spun back around, and Brian had to take a step back at the raw emotion that was in AJ’s eyes. It left him speechless. But AJ filled in the silence. “You want me to come and talk to you about what your dad said? I didn’t tell Howie about the conversation last night! You want to talk about trust? How about the fact that you had to turn and ask me if I arranged for them to come here like I would do something like that without telling you about it! How do you think that made me feel?”
His words stunned Brian. He hadn’t realized how that would make AJ feel. “That wasn’t what I meant, Age. I’d just found out that you’d been sending pictures to Howie of your neck, and I was a little scrambled. I had every right to be scrambled! First you don’t tell about that and then you won’t tell me what Dad said that had you so upset. Since when do you keep things from me?” By the end of his rant Brian felt his temper rising again. He stepped forward as he spoke.
AJ growled, low and deep, and stepped forward until he was toe to toe with Brian. Temper clashed against temper. “If it stops you from being hurt I’ll do what I damn well please!” he shouted.
“I’m a grown man, AJ!” Brian shouted right back. “It’s not up to you to decide what I hear or don’t hear! He’s my dad, I deserve to know what he’s trying to pull!”
“Fine!” AJ snapped out. “You push and you push me, Brian, and I swear to God, you drive me up the fucking wall! You want to know what your dad said to me? You want each and every little detail of what he said when he tried to bribe me to leave you? When he asked me what it would cost him to get me to go the fuck away?”
Disgusted, AJ spun away, slamming his fist into the wall for the second time. His eyes were molten fire when he looked back at him. Brian couldn’t speak, couldn’t move. AJ’s words, and the obvious anger and pain behind them, had him paralyzed.
“Or how about how he told me what a shit I am, and how I can’t commit to anything or anyone? How he’s known me for years and knows that eventually I’m going to leave you? That’s what you want to hear? Oh, wait; let’s not forget the best parts!” AJ let out a fake laugh that tore Brian’s heart. “Let’s see, how did he put it? Oh, yeah. ‘No amount of money can cover up the fact that you’re a two bit guttersnipe who can’t commit to a single person in his life. You’ve always been a hustler, and you always will be.’ Wait, I almost forgot! You want details, so we can’t leave any of it out, can we. What about when he told me that I can’t provide you with the family you’ve always wanted? Or the kids?”
By this time AJ was breathing raggedly, his chest heaving, and his voice sounded like he’d been smoking for the past fifty years.
Every last bit of Brian’s temper faded from him. There was no way he could hold on to it anymore. Not in the face of AJ’s words. Clear as day, Brian could see his dad saying those things to AJ, and he could feel the hurt that AJ felt at hearing them. He could see why AJ had kept silent. How, in his mind, he would want to protect Brian from being hurt by it. Now that he knew the story, it gave Brian insight into why AJ had acted the way he had, and insight provided understanding. With understanding came peace.
Gently, Brian stepped forward, one hand reaching for his love. “Alex.”
Still furious, AJ flinched back from him, not wanting to be touched. But it didn’t deter Brian. He kept coming, even as AJ kept backing away. “Step away, Bri. I’m not calm enough for you to touch me.” AJ warned him.
Those words gave Brian insight on how to help AJ. He continued to stalk him, carefully backing him into a corner. “I want to touch you, AJ.” He told him calmly.
“I’m not in the mood to be nice. To be honest, I’m not in the mood to fucking talk to you right now.”
“So don’t talk.” Brian stepped forward again, until he and AJ were just inches apart.
A different kind of heat leapt into AJ’s eyes. But still he held his hands in fists at his sides. He was quivering with the amount of anger he was trying to restrain. “Back off, Bri.”
“No.”
“I mean it. Back the fuck off.”
Brian bit his bottom lip. “Make me.” The challenge in his words was unmistakable. It was also enough to snap the last of AJ’s control. Suddenly Brian found himself moved sideways, pinned against a wall as AJ’s body was plastered to him from head to toe. Those wonderful hands were on his hips, holding him there as AJ’s hips started to grind, and then AJ was kissing him, hot and hard and rough, just like Brian wanted it.
When AJ broke their kiss for just an instant, Brian could see in AJ’s eyes what he was thinking. “My hearts fine.” He was quick to reassure. Then, to make sure AJ got the point, Brian brought his hands up and grabbed AJ’s head to pull it back in for another soul shattering kiss.
AJ’s hands fisted at the bottom of Brian’s shirt, yanking it up and off in one quick move. Brian lost himself in the feel of skin on skin, lips against lips. He barely noticed AJ removing their clothes except to want him to move faster. He ran his hands over AJ’s now bare back, down to cup his ass, and then AJ was grabbing his hands and raising them over his head, pinning them against the wall in his iron grip.
One look into AJ’s eyes has Brian shivering. Anger and passion had combined to something wild, something that Brian hadn’t seen for months now. This was a side of AJ that he absolutely loved. A slightly darker side that thrilled him to his core. His whole body shivered when AJ moved his mouth, biting and sucking his way over Brian’s jaw, his ear, his neck. All those spots that he knew drove Brian crazy. “God, AJ!”
After shifting his grip, AJ dropped one hand down, sliding it behind Brian to cup his ass and shove their hips together. Without clothes the sensation was so much stronger, their erections pushing against one another, the friction a torture of the most exquisite kind. Brian moaned and moved his hips, wanting, needing more.
In a sudden move, Brian bucked his body. He succeeded in surprising AJ enough that his grip loosened, and Brian was free to turn them, to pin AJ against the wall this time. His hands weren’t gentle. He took hold of AJ’s face, kissing him with everything he felt inside. He bit AJ’s lip, then sucked it into his mouth. He felt AJ arch, heard him moan. AJ’s hands were moving over his hips, back to his ass again, and Brian was gasping into the kiss as he felt AJ’s fingers slide between his cheeks, one finger pushing into that tight hole.
AJ moved that finger in and out, quickly adding a second, making Brian buck his hips harder. He broke from their kiss to drop his head, to bite at the skin between AJ’s shoulder and neck where he knew it drove him crazy. “Fuck, AJ.” He gasped out. “That feels…God, I want…” The sensations were too strong, rocking through his body. He couldn’t get the words out.
“You want what, Brian?” AJ growled in his ear. “Want me to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you?”
Hearing AJ talk that way turned Brian on even more. He could barely think. One of AJ’s hands was holding his hip, keeping him in place as AJ ground against him; the other continued to thrust those two fingers in and out, going deeper each time; and AJ’s mouth, oh God his mouth, was at Brian’s ear, biting and growling. Brian couldn’t figure out what to do with his own hands. He could barely think. But he found himself gasping out an answer to AJ. “God, fuck me, please. Now. It’s been too long, AJ.” It had been too long. Months too long.
AJ growled again. Without removing his fingers he used his other hand to spin them and turn Brian so that he was facing the wall. While he continued to finger fuck him, driving Brian crazy, he leaned in and bit at the back of Brian’s neck.
It was almost too much. The passion that had built over the last few months was boiling up in Brian, threatening to overwhelm him. He braced his hands against the wall, pushing his hips backwards, silently begging AJ for what he knew he was going to get. Then those fingers left him and Brian moaned, both at the loss and at the anticipation. He knew what was coming next. There were no more words.
He felt AJ press against him, felt the hot, hard tip of AJ’s cock between his cheeks, pressing against him, pushing in to him. AJ’s hands were on his hips, holding him still. It had been so long that Brian’s body wasn’t used to the intrusion anymore. He was so tight that the both of them moaned loudly the further in that AJ pushed.
When he was buried as deep as he could go, they were both covered in sweat. Brian pressed his forehead against the cool wall, his eyes watering at the pleasure and the pain. They mingled together, mixing into one. Oh God. At the same time the both of them started to move. Brian’s hoarse shout mixed with AJ’s ragged growl.
Moans fell from Brian’s lips like water as AJ pushed in and out. The past two months of celibacy had built in him so that he found himself so close to the edge already. He rolled and rotated his hips, angling for just that right spot, just that right movement, at the same time that he clenched and unclenched his muscles, trying to bring AJ to that peak with him.
The hands holding his hips started to tighten. Brian could hear AJ moaning behind him, moans that were almost screams, and it sent his passion spiraling higher. Then everything was tightening, tingling, exploding. The world exploded in bright flashes of light and Brian’s body tightened and convulsed, emptying against the wall, draining him of every last ounce of energy.
He couldn’t see anything, could barely hear AJ’s scream, feel that finally thrust as AJ went in deep, shot his own load.
Energy left Brian as quickly as his orgasm had come on. His muscles turned to melted wax and he was sinking to the floor, AJ pulling out and sinking with him.
AJ stretched out on the floor on his stomach, covered in sweat and panting so hard his chest was heaving. Brian lay beside him, throwing one arm and one leg across AJ’s back and legs, just as sweaty, breathing just as hard. He barely had any energy, but he used enough to reach down and smack AJ’s ass lightly. “Still mad at me?” he asked him.
“Mm.” AJ mumbled. “I can’t remember. I think my brain got sucked out through my dick.”
Weakly Brian chuckled. “Well good. I think mine melted, so we’re pretty even them.”
The two lay there, neither willing to move, and both of them smiling.