Justin & Youri

4.
After dinner, doing the dishes and walking Elliott, Youri went up to his room instead of watching tv with his mum. He wanted an early night. Lying under the blankets, he stared at the opposite wall. Behind that wall, Justin would be in his bed. Maybe he would wear shorts, like in the old days. Or perhaps he’d changed his habit, and slept naked… Maybe he was even touching himself, like Youri was doing now.
With a soft groan, Youri opened his secret drawer in the cabinet next to his bed, and took out a dildo and lubricant. He’d fantasized about Justin more often, in the past. But never as vividly as this time.
Doing his best to keep quiet, he slowly fucked himself with the dildo, while stroking his cock. He longed for Justin. He wanted him on top of him, spreading his legs for him; he needed him to slide that cock deeply in his ass… slowly… mercilessly… filling him completely…

“Fill me,” he whispered, his head bent backwards. “Fuck me, Justin…” He kicked the sheets off, and pulled his legs up to take more of the dildo, deeper, and faster. Having a hard time not to cry out in pleasure, he squirmed over the mattress, throwing his head from side to side. Suddenly, he couldn’t move anymore, and he arched off the mattress, pushing his cock up with his thumbs. His ass cramped around the artificial cock. It hurt, in the most delicious way, sending the marvelous heat through his loins to his erection. His release spurted high up, and fell down over his torso and thighs. With a deep, satisfied sigh, Youri relaxed, stretching his legs. He kept the dildo inside for a bit longer, as his rectum contracted in the aftermath. He slid his hands through his sperm, rubbing it all over his skin, feeling wonderfully dirty. Delicious.
Now, he would be able to sleep.

He woke up, feeling stiff, cold and dirty. He had kicked the sheets off his bed, he saw. With a groan, he stood up, slightly staggering, and stumbled to the bathroom. He was in bad need of a long, refreshing shower.
Only when he stood under the stream, he noticed his persistent erection. He wasn’t horny, but his cock seemed to have a mind of his own. Almost thoughtlessly, he jacked off; purely because it would hurt his balls if he ignored it for too long.
He was still feeling sleepy as he shaved. With a nice scent on his skin, he dressed up in casual clothes, and left the house with Elliott. This morning, the pup got a brief walk and was brought inside again. Youri didn’t know if Justin would like the extra company.
He walked to the backyard of his neighbors, to knock on the kitchen door. Mary opened the door.

“Youri! You’re early… What’s the matter?”

“Fell out of bed,” shrugged Youri with a faint grin. “Actually, I’m taking Justin out for breakfast.”

“Breakfast?” The woman’s smile faltered. “But I…”

“Mary,” Youri said, almost sighing, “I’ll bring him back later, okay? Don’t worry.” Oh Heavens, he thought. Mary wouldn’t be this possessive all the time, right? “Is he up yet?”

“No. he’s still in bed. But… I… Okay, you can go up. You know where his room is.”

Youri nodded. Before his neighbor could change her mind, he climbed the stairs up to Justin’s room.
The door was closed, but unlocked. Quietly, Youri pushed it open, and he sneaked inside. He tip-toed to the bed. Justin was lying under a thin blanket. It had crept down to his hips, revealing the marvelous torso with the large tattoo. Youri couldn’t resist admiring him. As the man was still asleep, he reached out, and very gently ran his hand over the smooth, slightly sweaty skin. He felt the muscles under his fingertips. After sliding over the man’s belly, he moved up, and took one muscular tit in his hand. The nipple was hard against his palm. He rubbed it. Justin moved, and he quickly pulled back.
“Good morning…”

“Mm… Good morning, tiny…” Smiling lazily and groaning, Justin stretched out. “Am I late, or are you early?”

“A bit of both,” shrugged Youri absently, his eyes glued on the rolling muscles.

“Sounds fair.” Justin threw the sheet off him, and swung his legs on the floor. “I’m going to take a shower. Do you have a moment?”

“Uh-huh…” Youri couldn’t only mumble, as he was enchanted by Justin’s nudity. The man didn’t seem to notice. He walked to the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. Like a sleep walker, Youri followed him, and he closed the door behind him. He could just see his neighbor in the cubicle, testing the water. He had an impressive morning erection. Youri’s was growing too, at the sight of the wetting skin and sliding hands. Justin used a lot of soap. His hands slid over his muscles, and to his front. Youri had to brace against the wall as he saw how Justin soaped his cock, slowly sliding along the shaft, pulling his balls with the other hand. He prayed the man would finish it… He wanted to see him come, to watch the spurts, and even more, he wanted to suck him off.
Before he could move, Justin turned around and began to rinse off. Youri very nearly cursed. He closed his eyes for a moment, gaining his bearings. His arousal, trapped in his jeans, was gently throbbing. Maybe he could go to the toilet…

“You smell nice.”

Startled, Youri looked up. Justin had wrapped a towel low around his hips, and was standing quite close, at the sink. He looked at him in the mirror while he soaped his chin to shave. Youri swallowed with difficulty. His throat was dry.
“It’s the perfume you bought me for my birthday…”

“And you still have it?” Justin chuckled, sliding the knife through the foam.

Youri looked at Justin’s back, at the moving muscles, the gentle curves, the round butt cheeks. The fact his neighbor could see what he was looking at went by unnoticed, enchanted as he was. “It’s the third bottle already… I use it every day,” he said, eyes fixed on Justin’s butt. “It reminded me of you.”

“Mm…” Justin smiled, his hand stalling for a moment. “I missed the smell. I would’ve bought a bottle if it were available in the desert. If only to expel the smell of goat.”

Youri laughed aloud, finally looking up. “It’s good to hear you prefer my scent over that of a goat,” he chuckled.

“Big time,” promised Justin. He cleaned his face, and dried off. “I’m done. Are you?”

“Hardly,” said Youri without thinking.

“I’ll dress up anyway. I’m starving. Where is Elliott, by the way?”

“I left him at home…” Youri followed into the bedroom, just in time to see the towel drop on the floor. Justin was completely ignorant to what he was doing to him, he thought, and apparently enough at ease around him to show his nudity. He’d never really done something like that in the past. This was actually the first time he saw the man in full ornate for so long. Justin took his time to collect his clothes, and didn’t hurry dressing up. Youri enjoyed every minute of the unintentional show, and tried to hide the effects of it. His balls would kill him by the end of the day.

“Alright.” Finally dressed, Justin looked around his room. “I’m ready. Get Elliott, and I’ll get the car, okay?”

“I’ll see you outside,” nodded Youri, slowly turning while his eyes stayed glued on the man. Finally, he was able to tear his attention away from him, and he walked quickly downstairs.

Elliott was delighted to see his daddy again. He didn’t object to the leash, and began to tug as soon as it snapped on. Once outside, he immediately spotted Justin, and took a run for him.

“Elliott!” Justin knelt, catching the enthusiastic pup in his arms. “Hello sweetie… Ready for a ride to town?”

Youri didn’t have to say anything, as the dog happily licked Justin’s face, wagging his tail so hard his whole body was shaking. The pup jumped into the back seat as soon as the door opened, and curled up like a good boy. Youri was impressed. “He loves you,” he smirked, taking his seat next to his neighbor.

“I can tell,” laughed Justin. “I love him too, so no problem there. Shall we see if that café at the canal still serves breakfast? Or do you have another idea?”

Youri liked the idea, so he had no other suggestion. The streets were quiet as they drove to town. The shops would be closed that day, the weather was great, and it promised to be a beautiful morning. “I feel like I’m on vacation,” he said, a little surprised.

“Good! Me too, really… I’ll have to look for jobs later, but we can have a little vacation, can’t we? I’d love that.”

“You should tell your mother I’ll be taking you out more often, then. She was highly disappointed this morning.” Mary had been devastated when her son left, so Youri was willing to give her some slack, but he didn’t want her to bother them all the time.

“Mum will have to get used to it,” nodded Justin. “I’ll leave the house soon, and frankly, I don’t think I’ll give her the key to my house unless she promises me she won’t come over every day to check on me.”

“Yes… It would be awkward to find your mum on the sofa if you come home with someone…” There was just a slight edge to Youri’s tone of voice, as he pictured a woman at Justin’s arm. Mary wouldn’t be the only one upset with that.

“Hm…” Justin shrugged, less impressed by the sketched image. “She would get over and clean every day. I don’t need a housekeeper.”

“Yeah. You need a wife.”

“Something like that,” Justin shrugged again. “Like I said before; someone to love, to care for, and someone who loves me in turn.”

“Yes,” said Youri through clenched teeth, staring out of the window. “I know.” He didn’t see how Justin glanced at him, as he was fighting tears of frustration. He loved Justin. The man didn’t need a woman, Youri was there for him… He was there to love him, to take care of him. But how did you tell a straight man he didn’t need a woman to give what he was looking for?

Youri was quiet all the way to the cozy café. Justin was holding the leash, leading the way, looking around and enjoying the town. “Oh, look! It’s open for business. Let’s sit outside, shall we? The sun is lovely.” Pushing Youri into a square, wooden chair, he sat down next to him. The chairs were close against each other. Justin took the menu from the table, completely ignoring Youri’s sullen silence. When the waiter came, he placed the order for both of them, and then opened the bag he’d brought with him.
To Youri’s surprise, he opened a small laptop computer, and went online.

Curiosity won over the sulking. “What are you doing…?”

“I’m looking for houses, Youri,” said Justin. “I began yesterday evening, when my mother insisted I spent the evening with her and dad. I got bored. I wanted to phone you, actually, but I didn’t want more tears from my mum. She didn’t see what I was looking for, of course.”

“I thought you wanted to take more time…” Youri could easily imagine how Mary would have reacted, if she’d known what her son was doing.

“So did I, when I arrived at the airport, tiny… I thought I would go home to my parents, and come to rest. But believe me, after a few evenings with them, I’m already fed up with it. I want to live on my own again. Not alone,” he said, looking hard at Youri, who didn’t read it of course, “but on my own.”

“Fair enough,” said Youri blandly. He looked at the little screen, leaning over. Justin had turned the laptop a bit, so he could see the houses.

“Tell me what you like,” said Justin. “We need a garden, and at least two bedrooms for space. The neighborhood is important too. I don’t want to end up in an uptight community. We need a bit of tolerance.”

The coffee arrived already. Youri took his cup, sipped, and finally the words sank in. “Who’s ‘we’…?”

Justin breathed out with a clear huff. “Damn, Youri,” he muttered. “How can you be so incredibly thick-headed?”

“What? Why?” Youri blinked a few times, trying to figure out what Justin meant. “I don’t understand…”

“No, you obviously don’t. Never mind, then. Tomorrow I want to visit at least three houses, Youri, and I want you and Elliott to come with me. So pick out a few.”

“Me? But it’s your house…” One look at Justin’s expression shut him up. A little startled, he put down his cup, and pulled the laptop closer. He still didn’t get it, but his heart was pounding nervously. Justin seemed mad at him. He had no clue what he did wrong. His eyes were burning again, and his hand trembled a bit as he moved the page. He hoped breakfast would be served quickly. Suddenly, he felt Justin’s hand on his back. He blinked again, but didn’t look up.

“Tiny… Look at me.” Justin spoke softly, leaning towards him.

“What…?” Youri looked up, eyes moist, looking at the handsome face so close by. He had kissed those lips… They were so near… He held his breath when Justin kissed him gently. What the hell was he doing?

“Do you consider me your big brother?” Justin whispered, looking hard into Youri’s eyes.

“I…” Hell no, he thought, but he couldn’t say it like that, could he? “No,” he mumbled, averting his eyes.

“Do you consider me as your friend, like in the old days?”

Yes, that was it, right? A friend, like when he was younger, and more innocent. “No,” he sighed, truthfully. He couldn’t lie to this man, ever, he felt.

“No brother, no friend.”

Youri closed his eyes. That didn’t sound right at all…

“Good.” Justin drew back, and closed the laptop. The waiter brought the plates with toast, tomatoes, scrambled eggs and mushrooms. She left a pot of coffee on the table, and left.

“Good…?” Now Youri was truly confused. How could that be good?

“I don’t want to be your big brother or just a friend,” said Justin. He began to eat with evident taste.

“I don’t understand…” Youri pricked in his food, not feeling hungry anymore.

“Yes you do, Youri, you understand perfectly well. Now eat, and we’ll choose a few houses to visit tomorrow. Elliott can choose the garden he likes best, and we’ll check out the rest. How does that sound?”

“Sounds…” Amazing, unbelievable, confusing… And how about that wife-and-kids thing? “Why do you want me to come with you?”

Justin laughed aloud, putting down his cutlery. “Oh Youri,” he chuckled. “You are incredible.” He wiped his mouth with his napkin, and leaned closer. “Because, tiny, I am not your big brother, and not just a friend. Am I right?” He observed the smaller man for a moment. He tilted his head, and hummed thoughtfully. “You just don’t get it, do you…?” Reaching out, he ran a finger along Youri’s cheek and jaw. “I’ve had a lot of time to think about what I want in life,” he said softly.

“You want a wife and kids, yes. You said so before.” He did, didn’t he? Youri frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Didn’t you?”

“Did I use those words, tiny? Did I really?”

“Uhm…” Actually… no. Youri slowly looked up, opening his mouth in an ‘o’.

“I can hear the penny dropping,” smiled Justin. He winked at him. “Now do you understand…?”

“I… Uh… Oh.”

“Yes, now you understand,” concluded Justin pleased. “Can you eat now? Or would you like to do something else with your mouth first?”

“Like wha—” Before Youri could ask more stupid questions, Justin kissed him. This time, it was no gentle touch on the lips. Youri got pulled in a breathtaking embrace, receiving the most possessive, passionate kiss he ever experienced. It was over before he knew it, and he fell back into his chair, feeling flushing and perplexed. He stared at Justin, lips parted and wet, unable to grasp what had happened.

“I don’t need a wife,” said the man, sounding pretty pleased. “Nor do I need kids. I want a lover, and a few puppies will do just fine. I want you, and Elliott. I was looking forward to seeing you again, Youri… I left before I was able to tell you how I felt. It’s very good to see you responding to me, after so many years. So what do you say, Youri?”

Youri couldn’t say anything. He still sat there, frozen, trying to gain his bearings. He didn’t allow his mind to go raging. He did not want to jump to conclusions. He wouldn’t dare.

“Still confused? Okay…” Justin sighed softly, and sat straight. “Maybe this will do it, then. I love you, Youri. I love you in the purest form of love. I was in love with you when I left, and I realized the feeling didn’t change a bit when I saw you again. And it’s mutual, isn’t it?”

For the first time, Youri heard a faint insecurity. It broke the spell. Finally, he shifted, and nodded. “Oh yes, Justin,” he said, a little breathlessly. “It sure is mutual…”