Title: The Adventures of Rage: Gay Crusader
Volume 1 Issue 2
By: Bridget McKennitt
Disclaimer: Queer as Folk and company are owned by Cowlip and other companies. They are used here without permission, and for entertainment purposes only. No challenge or infringement upon the copyright is intended, nor should any be inferred.
Summary: Never fear, for in the city of Pittsburgh, the gay crusaders Rage and Zephyr are here to the rescue!
Author's Notes: This is a cross between AU and Queer as Folk US canon.
JT grinned at the guy in front of him who had made his way through the crowd to dance with him. The guy was hot, to say the least, with his brown hair, hazel eyes, and muscles that showed through his tight shirt. He reached for the guy's waist and grinded his crotch against his, grinning at him.
"I'm Justin," he shouted out above the music. "What's your name?"
"Brian. You look a little too young to be playing with the big boys. Why don't you go home?"
"Why don't I go back to your home instead?"
Brian paused for a moment to think about it. He did want to fuck the little twink again, not that Justin knew it would be their second time, and this way, he could solve the mystery surrounding him.
"Follow me." Brian led Justin out of Babylon and towards his jeep parked on the streets. "Hop in."
Turning his key in the ignition, Brian backed out of the alleyway and drove off. He obviously could not take the blond back to his secret headquarters. Fortunately, he owned a loft nearby for occasions like this.
During the car ride, JT, or Justin as he introduced himself, kept glancing at Brian. "Anything the matter?"
"No. Just thinking you're the sexist man I've ever seen."
Brian laughed. "That's why they call me the stud of Liberty Avenue, if not all of Pittsburgh."
They made it to his loft and as Brian slid open the door, Justin whistled his approval. They stepped inside and Brian began to take off his shirt and pants. As he pushed down his underwear, he smirked at the blond. "Are you coming or going? Or coming, and then going? Or coming and staying?"
He beckoned Justin forward and kissed him passionately. Justin opened his mouth and Brian slipped his tongue inside. Brian led the blond to his bed while feeling him up and helping him take off his clothes.
Brian trailed kissed down Justin's chest and stomach towards Justin's cock. He gave the head of it a lick and opened his mouth to take him in as his hands fondled with Justin's balls. Justin tangled his fingers in Brian's hair and moaned out his pleasure. Before he was about to release his load from Brian's skilled mouth, Brian backed off and drew Justin into another searing kiss.
To Justin, he was being handled by an absolute pro. It was like this Brian knew his body intimately. He could even say that Brian knew his body even better than he did. As he lay on his back, Justin knew he was in for the fucking of his life.
For Brian, this was another chance to explore Justin's body thoroughly. Their last encounter, though incredible, did not allow Brian time for a proper fuck. Now, they had the entire night ahead of them.
Brian slipped on a condom and lubed Justin's pucker before placing Justin's legs on his shoulders. He grinned down at the panting blond and interlaced his fingers with Justin's own.
His hips pushed forward and Justin groaned as he was penetrated. Then Brian really began to move. Brian pounded into him with such force that Justin tried his best to keep up.
Justin soon realized that he could not last much longer and Brian must have sensed it because his speed picked up. A moment later, Justin came hot and sticky as he shouted out. "R—Rage!" Brian came soon after, but he stared into Justin's eyes with fierce intensity.
Justin inhaled deeply, trying to recover from what was the best fuck of his life. He tried to get out from under Brian, but the older man would not bulge. "Brian?" Justin asked tentatively.
Silence lingered in the air before he spoke. "It's not good manners to call out somebody else's name in bed," Brian said finally.
Justin struggled to recall what he shouted out, though with Brian's cock still inside him made thinking much difficult to do. Then he remembered and felt himself flush. "Ah, sorry?"
"I take it you have a crush on Rage?" Brian smirked, vastly smug at the new development.
"A crush? The man saved my life by giving me the best fuck in the world, next to you. I can't help it if I think he's hot." Justin blushed fully then.
"Don't worry about it. I should be pleased to be compared to a superhero as great as Rage." Brian pulled out of Justin and rolled the used condom off his softening cock. "I never did catch your last name?"
"It's Taylor." Justin sat up slowly and stretched. "You?"
"Kinney," he said, absentmindedly. So JT stood for Justin Taylor. He wondered why Justin introduced himself to Rage by his initials. Deciding to think more on the situation the next day, he laid back on the bed and when Justin did the same, he spooned against him and fell asleep.
* * *
When Brian woke up, he found himself alone in the bed. He thought for a moment that Justin had left him when he heard the shower turn off. He got out of bed, completely naked, and smiled at Justin as he opened the bathroom door.
The sheen of moisture clung to Justin's body and the towel the blond held around his waist hung precariously. "You look good enough to eat," Brian said.
"Well, as hungry as you are, you'll just have to remain that way. I have to go to class."
"Oh? And what class is this?" Brian followed Justin back to the bedroom, watching Justin put on last night's clothes.
"Business Finance, then 20th Century Art. I dual major in Business Administration and Art at Carnegie Mellon."
"Interesting mix."
"If you say so. I just did it to make my dad happy. He wants me to be the business major, like him, but art is my passion." Justin finished tying his shoes and kissed Brian on the cheek. "I'll see you around, right?"
"Of course. Think I'll let a twink like you out of my sight?" Brian grabbed Justin's ass and smirked. "Or your perfect bubble butt?"
Justin smiled and left the loft with a good bye. Brian chuckled to himself and went to take his shower.
An hour later, Brian was clean and dressed and ready to go to Vanguard, the advertising firm where he was a partner. Brian knew he was talented enough to start his own firm, but with being Rage, he had no time to be the boss of an entire firm and still play the hero.
He began walking towards his jeep when he heard something rustle behind him. He turned to look when something slammed into his chest. Brian stumbled to the ground and had only a moment to respond as he blocked off another strike to his body.
Quickly getting to his feet, Brian kicked away the attacker. He swayed from the last blow and when his eyes focused, his attacker had run off. There was no sign of him.
"Fuck!" He did not even get a glimpse of the bastard. Brian checked his body for any cuts and went to his jeep, taking out his cell phone to tell Cynthia he was not coming in today. There was no way he was going to work when someone nearly tried to bash him in.
He paused, suddenly recalling Ted's words at Babylon. It seemed Justin's shadow tried to fuck him up like the others. Brian's lips went flat. Whoever it was that attacked him was going to pay.
* * *
Justin stared at the Picasso painting in front of him and back to his own canvas. He was supposed to paint the piece in another artist's style, but so far, it was not coming out as well as he hoped it would. He picked up his paintbrush when the door to his class crashed open, causing everyone to look up.
In the doorway was Brian, the guy he fucked with last night, and Justin's eyes widened in surprise. Why was he here? Brian agreed that they would see each other again, but Justin did not mean a few hours after they were last together.
Brian spotted him at the back of the classroom and crossed the distance between them. Professor Applewhite said nothing, probably thinking it was best not to get involved. Justin hissed. "What are you doing here?"
"We need to talk. Now."
Justin noticed the angry glint in Brian's eye and tried not to back away. The older man was pissed and Justin was standing in the middle of that anger.
