Brit Valentine

Chapter 4

Brit caught a train to Brooklyn. He needed to see an old friend of his. He was welcomed to Brooklyn with glances. Everyone knew his face and everyone knew him as "B". And everyone who was smart, knew not to mess with him, which meant no one bothered him. Brit had the biggest gang in New York on his side. When he got to the apartment complex they had taken over he shook the guards hand and entered the front gate into the apartment building. Someone who took over the landlord's office walked him up to who he needed to see.

"Brit!" J welcomed with open arms. "It's so good to see you!"

"Hey, it's been a while, how have you been?"

"Great, just got off probation. How about you?"

"Congratulations and not so good. I need to talk to you." Brit smelled a cologne he was in love with.

"Step in here." The 19-year-old, who used to go to school with Brit, led him into one of the empty apartments. "What's up?"

"I stabbed the school quarterback. And I need you to keep him from pressing charges."

"No problem. But we're clear now? I don't owe you anything?"

"Crystal."

"Speaking of, do you know anyone...?" He didn't need to finish his sentence, Brit knew.

"Yeah, but he travels and he's all the way in Georgia now."

"Nevermind. Thanks Brit. You know you're welcome back here anytime. Need anything else, just let me know." J held out his arm so Brit could lead the way out of the apartment.

"Of course. And you know I only do business with you guys. Hit me up whenever you run out."

"We'll be set for a while." He laughed as he waved Brit away.

When Brit stepped out of the front gates he nodded to the guard and noticed Jayce leaving an apartment building across the street.

"Brit! Hey!" He called and waved. Brit acted like he didn't just walk out of that apartment complex and ran across the street but kept his distance.

"Hey." He knew people were listening to make sure he didn't spill what he knew about them.

"What're you doing here? I thought I would never see you out of the estates." Jayce was just joking but Brit needed to stop worrying his allies.

Brit stared. "I was visiting a friend that just got out of the hospital, asshole."

"Oh... I'm sorry, I had no idea."

"Whatever. It's not your business." Brit started walking away. Jayce followed him.

"Let me make it up to you." Jayce was trying to be nice but Brit got pissed off after he
made up that "visiting a friend" bullshit.

"You think feeding me and making me fat is making it up to me that you're an asshole? Leave me alone! If I want to be skinny, then fuck off. I'm going to be skinny." Brit was causing a scene and people were avoiding walking near them. Brit's cheeks were getting red and his eyes were watering.

"Brit, calm down. You just look like if the wind was blowing any harder you'd fall over..." Jayce stepped closer to him. Brit was looking at the ground trying not to cry.

"So what if I do fall over? Did it ever occur to you that I want to be blown away? So...leave me alone." Brit suddenly felt incredibly weak and exhausted. He hadn't realized that he hadn't eaten in 3 days now. When he took a step to walk away from Jayce,
he fell to his knees. Jayce knelt next to him and held him in his arms.

"Come with me. You need to eat." Jayce spoke softly. "I'm not asking."

Brit clutched onto Jayce's shirt as he struggled to stay sitting up. Jayce noticed a man walking over with his hands in his pockets. He walked right over to Brit, who took an envelope from him.

"To Baby Brit From Chad" is what it read on the outside in very sloppy cursive letters.
Jayce couldn't read it but Brit knew what it meant. He stared at the letters as if the
visual of what was behind them was real. After putting the white rectangle in his bag, he
looked up at Jayce and passed out. Jayce laid him down on his back and lifted up his shirt. Brit had lost even more weight from when he was in the tattoo shop. Jayce felt his legs through his jeans and wondered how he had enough muscle to walk from the train to here. Jayce looked back up at him and figured he really didn't have enough muscle or energy to walk so far. Jayce wrapped him in his jacket and carried him to the train. Part of Jayce was wondering why everyone averted their stares, but the other part was glad they did. He wasn't sure how to explain why Brit was passed out. When the train stopped, Brit woke up. He could barely sit up but he opened his eyes and looked around.

"Do I need to take you to the hospital?" Jayce asked with a worried expression on his face.

"No." Jayce wasn't sure if Brit was in pain or not, after that he stopped talking, but his cheeks were red again. Brit didn't look at him anymore and fell back asleep. Jayce took him to his apartment and waited for him to wake up. He dug through Brit's bag looking for anything to give him clues as to how to call any of Brit's family members. Jayce kept having to move the envelope and finally he couldn't resist the urge to read it. He opened the envelope and realized it was not just one letter, it was multiple letters stuffed into one envelope. He looked at all of the pieces of paper, each were folded around a picture. Jayce took one of them and held it up next to his face in the mirror. They had the same lips, eyes, and Jayce did the expression that this kid had in the picture, all the time. They held cameras the same way and even dressed really similar. The only difference was that his tattoos weren't finished and Jayce's were.

He went back in and read the paper that went with the picture he took.

"Dearest Brit,
Today is day 1 and you're probably just now waking up and realizing I'm not there. I don't know how to begin to help you understand, but it was something I had to do. I'm not sure if you'll ever read what I'm writing, but I've been on this train for 3 hours and I've still got a long way to go. I want to start off by saying that it wasn't anything you did. I love you, everything about you, the way you smile, the way you walk, kiss, talk, laugh, answer the phone, absolutely everything. You're my world and I know I just crumbled yours, but one day, I promise to pick up the pieces and glue them back together. I hope you'll understand and not hate me for this. I really probably should send this to you so you don't freak out... but I'm not sure it would help as much as I wish it could. And no, I don't wish you were Josh. Don't think I wished you were him. You're my love and no one will ever have my heart besides you." There was a lot more but Jayce couldn't read it. His whole body ached as his arms began shaking.

"Is it intense?" Brit asked from the entrance to the kitchen.

Jayce jumped in his chair and fumbled over his words. He dropped the letter onto the table and stood up, rubbing his pants as if that would change the fact he read it. "I'm sorry."

"It was too much for you wasn't it?" Brit walked over to the table and picked up the letter, glancing at different lines. "That's why it's none of your business..." He looked up at Jayce, who was almost in tears knowing those few paragraphs were Brit's life. "Why did you go through my bag?"

"I was trying to find someone I could get in touch with who could help, like your mom or dad, but they aren't in your phone."

"Yes they are. Francesca and Robert, and my step-dad is George. But Francesca is in Paris fucking her new boyfriend. Robert is in Canada. And Frank is in New York fucking his new girlfriend."

"When will they be back?" Jayce was still really stiff.

"Robert will never be back. Francesca and Frank will come back whenever they miss each
other."

"Why aren't they in there as Mom, Dad, and Step-dad?"

"I never realized how nosy you are. Let me try it for once. What are you doing here? Why do you tattoo people? Where are your parents? Why did you get facial piercings and tattoos? Why were you in Brooklyn? Who's your ex? Why do you act as rudely as you do? Who do I remind you of? Quick! Nosy people need answers don't they? So answer me...oh wait, I forgot, I don't care. Give me twenty bucks. I'm going to get food so you won't bother me anymore. Then the only time I'll see you is when I'm getting tattooed."

"I don't know what I'm doing here... My Dad tattooed people and I always wanted to grow up to be just like him. But then I fell in love with a different style of tattooing, so now it's my life. They died when I was 18 in a car accident. Why do I pierce my face? Hmm..."

"Shut up!" Brit screamed as loud as he could.

"I can't remember the rest of the questions." Jayce said sitting against the table where the letters were on.

"I don't give a shit about any of it! Just shut up and give me money." Brit held out his
hand, still so mad his ears got red, but you couldn't really tell because his hair covered them.

"No, come with me." Jayce looked at Brit even though he was looking away.

"No." Brit crossed his arms and stood on one leg, letting the other bend at the knee. He gave Jayce a look like he better just give him the money.

"Brit, please, come with me." Jayce reached out and gently pulled Brit's hand back towards his own chest. Brit's body followed his hand and there he was, wrapped up in Jayce's shield.

"Ok, fine. Humor me with your favorite restraunt." Brit laughed into Jayce's shoulder. Brit was grossed out when he saw what it was, Longhorn Steakhouse. Jayce knew exactly what he wanted but Brit couldn't find much of anything without meat.

"Can I get this?" Brit pointed to the most expensive meal on the menu, an 18 oz steak with two sides which cost about 20$.

"Sure."

Brit stared at him. "I'm a vegetarian and you lied to me."

"What did I lie about?"

"You said you don't like anyone." Brit never stopped staring. He was reading his face, noting when he blushed and how hard and how quickly it went away or came back.

"I like you. That's it."

"What about friends?"

"I have a lot of friends." Jayce acted like it was no big deal, but Brit knew he wanted him to stop interrogating him.

"You're still lying."

"How am I lying?" Jayce let a sound of aggravation seep through.

"Because you were going to buy me a 20$ steak. And you have a lot of friends."

"I was talking about people I'm interested in. I wasn't looking for anyone to be in a relationship with."

"Don't think I want a relationship."

"I didn't say I wanted a relationship with you. I just said I like you."

Brit was appalled. "What do you mean you don't want a relationship with me?"

Jayce realized Brit was turned off and went into defend-but-make-it-up-to-him mode. "I mean, you're Brit, it's obvious you don't want that commitment."

"You don't know what I want."

"Well what do you want?"

Brit didn't say a word. The waiter came and took their order. Jayce got a burger and Brit got a salad. They didn't talk a lot until they got back to Jayce's apartment. Brit walked to the table and cleaned up the letters that were spread around. Jayce walked up behind him and put his mouth next to Brit's ear and placed his arms across the littler boy's body.

"I'm sorry I read part of it, do you forgive me?" Jayce gently kissed the side of his head as he wrapped his arms tighter around Brit's body. He felt Brit go to move under him, so he relaxed. Brit placed his hand under Jayce's right hand but grabbed the bigger hand with his thumb and pinky finger. Following Brit's lead, Jayce's hand slid down Brit's stomach under Brit's pants. Brit leaned back into Jayce's embrace and kissed his neck.

"This is what you make me." Brit whispered as he slid their hands a little farther. Jayce felt Brit hard and wishing it could stand up without the restriction of those pants. Before Brit could pull his hand out of his pants, Jayce turned him around and passionately brought their lips together as he cleared off the table. When the table was cleared, Jayce picked up Brit and placed him on the edge of the table, never breaking the kiss. Brit had already gotten Jayce's plaid collared shirt unbuttoned and was sliding it off Jayce's shoulders. Jayce kissed his way down to Brit's neck while he took off his pants. Brit wrapped his arms loosely around Jayce's shoulders.

"Don't leave love marks." Brit whispered.

"Well that's no fun." Jayce said with a kiss in between each word as he made his way back to Brit's lips.

"I'm serious. My body brings in the money and I don't get work if I show up with hickeys." Brit pushed him away till he was at the end of Brit's extended arms.

"Ok... no love marks. I promise." Jayce stepped closer. Brit was skeptical but he let him anyway. Even if he left love marks, Brit wanted him too badly to push him away for long. Since Jayce was standing naked in front of him, Brit sized him up. He had the perfect body; not too muscular, but not too scrawny either.

"I guess I pass the test." Jayce closed the distance between them and kissed Brit again, fisting his hair, but not too hard. Jayce unbuttoned Brit's pants and stuck his hand down them, pushing the zipper down as well. He touched Brit in ways to make him moan before leaving. "Take those off while I'm gone."

Brit took them off and laid on the table waiting for Jayce to come back. Brit saw something dark out of the corner of his eye and it was a picture of him and Chad. He flipped it over so it was face down.

"Are you doing the same thing?" Brit asked out loud.

"What?" Jayce asked walking back into the kitchen wearing a condom and applying lubricant to himself.

"I've been waiting for you." Brit spread his legs as Jayce stretched him out and applied lube. When he felt Jayce's head against him he clutched onto the table. Jayce held his hip with one hand and aligned his dick perfectly with the other. He slid into Brit as he moaned and pulled on the table making him closer to Jayce. Brit couldn't tell how long he was but it didn't matter. He was big enough for it to take a few minutes for Brit's body to adjust. Brit rocked his hips against Jayce's thrusts for the next four hours, in 12 different positions, and 7 different places amongst Jayce's apartment. In the end, Brit still didn't have any hickeys but Jayce had 4 in different places of his body.

Jayce fell asleep holding Brit but Brit couldn't sleep. He never figured out how long he was and it was bothering him now that weren't connected. Brit knew Jayce was dreaming about something sexual because it kept throbbing against Brit's leg. To please Jayce even further, Brit slid out from under Jayce's arm, and sat over his legs. He rubbed it till it stood straight on its own. He spit on it and spread the spit around with his tounge. He made sure to get the whole thing nice and wet. Brit sucked on the head and slowly moved up and down before Brit relaxed his throat and took it all in. It throbbed in his throat so Brit moved his head to the side and up and down but only enough for the head to feel it. When he came, Jayce woke up. Brit sat up and swallowed.

"What just happened?" Jayce asked.

"How long are you?" Brit tapped his chin thinking about it.

"13... Why?"

"Let's go again." Brit got hard once he said 13.

"Do you always have sex this much?"

"Well, if you don't want to, geez. You could just say so."

"That's not it." Brit touched Jayce again and bent down to give him another blow job to make him harder. "I... was just wondering." Jayce threw his head back on the pillow and moaned as Brit went all the way down to the base. Now that he was hard and wet enough Brit positioned himself over him and sat down. Just sitting on him like this he was touching Brit's prostate. Brit rocked and did all the work until he came. Jayce sat up and laid Brit on his back while he thrust four times before he came as well. Jayce pulled out and laid back on his bed.

"Ok Brit, I'm spent." Brit flipped open his phone and checked what time it was.

"Ok, I'll go home now." Brit gave him a quick peck as he walked to the kitchen to retrieve his clothes.

Jayce had trouble registering that Brit was just going to get up and leave. "Wait!" He put on a pair of clean boxers and followed Brit. "You're just going to leave?"

"Well yeah... why would I stay?"

Jayce couldn't think of a reason. "I don't know... I just thought... I don't know what I was thinking. I guess you really are like that."

"When are you going to talk in a way where I can understand you? I don't know what you mean. Like what?"

"You just fuck people. Nothing matters to you as long as it feels good. I thought you liked the people you fuck... but whatever. I was wrong. Do you need money to get home?"

"You're dangerous. I can never like you."

"Fuck off, Brit!" Jayce grabbed the picture that Brit placed face down. "Why am I dangerous? Because I look like him!" Jayce was furious.

"Put that down!" Brit looked away. He didn't want to look at it.

"Look at it, Brit! Did you fuck me because I look like him?"

Brit covered his face in his hands and shook his head.

"Look at the fucking picture! That's not me and that's definitely not you!"

Brit shook his head and turned to face the wall.

"I've never seen you fucking smile! I don't make you smile like he does at all! This isn't us; this will never be us." Jayce took two deep breaths and stopped yelling. "Look at the picture, Brit." He handed it out to him but Brit didn't take it. Jayce let it fall to the floor. "I'm not like him at all." Jayce's body ached as he started walking to his bedroom. When he passed Brit he spoke quietly, "I could never do what he did or what you're doing." Before he slammed his bedroom door he yelled for Brit to get out.