Brian and I had only walked a few feet when he suddenly stopped. "What is it?" I asked, a little concerned as well as maybe a little impatient. I couldn't help it if I was just a little anxious at this point, you understand, having suffered from Brian withdrawal for FAR too long.

Brian smiled at me, "Nothing. I almost forgot my package I left at the candy store," he answered, winking at me. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me back toward the Hershey's building.

I stood somewhat in awe as we walked inside, my mouth hanging open. There were candy boxes everywhere you looked; I had never seen so much chocolate in my life. I was glad that Brian only had to pick up a package at the counter, because with Valentine's Day in full swing, you could barely walk around the displays.

"All set," he announced, as he walked back to join me toting a medium-sized bag with the Hershey's logo emblazoned on it. "Ready to go?"

"Yeah," I answered absentmindedly, trying to divert Brian's attention long enough to snatch the paper bag away from him. "What's in the bag?" I asked, unable to control my curiosity any longer; Brian always swore off carbs and this candy had to be shit full of the stuff.

Brian held it up out of my reach just before I was about to grab it. "Uh, uh, uh, Sunshine. You'll have time to be a naughty boy LATER," he taunted, emphasizing the last word and winking at me, causing my face to break out into a blush.

I put on my best Justin pout and said, "Please," while I batted my eyelashes and flashed Brian my baby blues, but he was on to me. "Not going to work, little boy," he admonished me. "The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we can play ball," he reminded me as he growled sexily. "Ready to go?"

Okay, not a hard question to answer there; I decided the dessert I would be receiving later would more than make up for a lack of treats now. "Ready," I replied instantly, as he once again took my hand to gently pull me out of the store. As we walked away, I turned my head back momentarily to read the scrolling marquee sign one more time to burn it into my memory, before I heard Brian laugh softly beside me. "Don't worry, Sunshine. I took a video of it on my cell phone. I KNOW how you are." I beamed as he quickly reached down and planted a quick kiss on my cheek.

Fortunately for the two of us, the Trump Hotel was only a block or so from the candy store, because I was getting hornier by the second the longer I walked next to this work of art in motion. And the baseball cap on my head kept reminding me of Brian's promises to me earlier; I urgently hoped that I was about to hit a grand slam instead of pitching a no-hitter.

As we reached the hotel, I also decided that the damn elevator was taking way too long from the lobby for my liking as it agonizingly inched upward. It was fortunate, though, that Brian's suite was located on the 24th floor, because it gave me a little time to get reacquainted with his body as we were thankfully alone in the car on the way up. I waited maybe one floor until I proceeded to start my pitching warm-up. He made the mistake of looking over at me with those damn eyebrows raised in a silent dare before I turned and roughly slammed his back against the rear of the car, pouncing on him like a lion about to eat its prey.

My quarry, however, wasn't very afraid of his attacker, because he quickly wrapped his long arms around my waist as I reached up to nibble on the side of his neck, my arms stretched around his shoulders. After Brian turned his head to offer me more access to his neck, however, I moved on to the next part of my strategy: I rapidly began to push his jacket off his shoulders in hopes he would be a smart man and help me remove it so I could concentrate on better things that lay beneath. I always knew Brian was intelligent; he removed his hands from my back long enough for me to completely remove the jacket. I was surprised by the fact that Brian then dropped the expensive piece of clothing onto the floor of the elevator, rather than holding onto it. I determined I must have moved up quite a few notches for him not to be concerned about his expensive leather jacket and I decided he deserved an award for being such a good boy: I started to open the buttons of his shirt, impatiently reaching inside to tweak his right nipple while I worked on the other one with a long swipe of my tongue.

"Justin," Brian moaned, as I felt his body tremble; he roughly pulled my head back up to his and attacked my lips with gusto, our tongues dueling for supremacy. I'm not sure which of us would have come out victorious, for just as I was about to move on to other pieces of Brian's clothing, the elevator loudly dinged, bringing us back to reality. Both of us were breathing rapidly as Brian quickly straightened up his clothing just before the door opened and an elderly, well-heeled couple glanced at us curiously before we nonchalantly walked past them to exit the car. Just before the door closed to take them back down to the lobby, Brian winked at them and smiled. "Come along, Mr. Doodles," he said to me in falsetto, smacking my ass while eliciting a shocked expression from the couple and a giggle from me.

"Brian!" I scolded him, still giggling.

"What?" he said, eyebrows rising innocently. "Let them get their own fucking bath toy," he growled, as he tugged at the collar of my shirt to pull me along firmly. "Doesn't Mr. Doodles want to come out and play?" he asked me in baby talk, whispering sexily in my ear as he produced the key card from his jacket pocket.

"He certainly does," I agreed easily, looking down at a particular part of Mr. Doodles' anatomy that was standing at attention. I noticed that Mr. Canoodles was experiencing the same condition; I smiled at Brian seductively, my tongue darting out to lick my lips for emphasis. I couldn't help hearing the soft groan that escaped my partner's own lips as I grinned; my first part of my mission was accomplished. It's time for payback, Mr. Kinney, I thought greedily, as I waited impatiently for him to open the door to his suite.

As soon as he managed to insert the card and unlock the door, I pushed him urgently into the room, turning just long enough to slam the door shut with a loud thump. Brian didn't get a chance to utter whatever he was trying to say to me as I once more launched myself into his arms, attacking the lips again with gusto. Not that my partner was putting up much resistance; instantly, he returned the kiss with equal ardor, both our tongues once again coming out to tangle with each other, as he wrapped his arms around me. We both walked half blind toward what we hoped was the bed as we concentrated on our kiss and tried to divest each other of as much clothing as possible. The jacket was once again haphazardly discarded as Brian threw it near a chair; it fell just short of its goal and landed on the floor instead, totally ignored now by my partner as he was too distracted by my busy fingers at the moment to notice. My fingers quickly finished unbuttoning Brian's shirt as I pushed it open and silently urged him to help me get rid of it; fortunately, Brian proved to be very accommodating as he opened his arms to help me slide it off his lean, toned shoulders as I threw it on the floor to join his jacket.

I slapped Brian's hands as he tried to unbutton my jeans, causing him to give me a stunned look momentarily, before he raised both hands up as if in surrender and said, "Okay, Sunshine, I get it. We'll play ball your way, then. I'll have my Justin sundae later," he vowed, smirking. My heart raced and I felt my face flush; I wasn't sure if it was more from the rare permission he was giving me to play to my heart's content, or the promise of what was to come later when Brian "topped off" his dessert. I decided both sounded absolutely, wonderfully wicked to me.

As I stood next to the bed with Brian, my fingers were shaking slightly in excitement and eagerness as I unbuttoned the top button of his jeans and pulled the zipper down, noticing he wasn't wearing any underwear underneath. "Why, Brian, you little baseball slut," I purred, again eliciting a groan from my star catcher. "Just the thought of being with an ace pitcher makes you SO horny," I teased, my voice husky with desire as I looked at his growing erection that was getting harder by the second. As I pulled off his shoes and he stepped out of his jeans that were now pooling around his feet, I playfully pushed on his chest as he fell back onto the bed, propping his head up on his elbows to watch what I would do next.

"Batter up, Brian," I rumbled softly. "It's time to catch some balls." I enjoyed the hungry sneer on Brian's face as I pulled my coat off and discarded it on the floor to join Brian's clothing. Inch by agonizing inch, I then pulled my long-sleeved turtleneck sweater over my neck and off my body, tossing it, too, on the floor as I ran my hands over my nipples, circling the pink peaks for good effect. I then turned around facing away from my partner while I gradually opened my jeans, bending over while I slipped them down my slender legs, not missing the groan that again escaped my lover's lips, only louder this time. Smiling to myself, I then slowly eased my briefs down my legs, slipping out of them and raising myself upright. As I pulled off my sneakers, I slowly turned around, now wearing nothing but a predatory smile and my baseball cap. Brian continued to stare at me like a deer caught in the headlights, mesmerized, a sparkle of gold in his lit-up eyes.

His eyes never left me as I seductively sauntered toward him; I could see him wanting desperately to scratch his sudden itch but he somehow kept a tenuous control over his actions, vowing silently to me that he would keep his promise as a consequence of my two weeks of extreme torture at his hands.

"Such a good boy," I purred, as I slowly kneeled down on the bed beside him and placed both of my hands to either side of his body to kiss his lips tenderly, my tongue running itself over his mouth, seeking entrance. Just as he was about to open his mouth to deepen our kiss, I pulled back slightly, a smug smile on my face. "Justin," he growled softly, "You're killing me here, you fucking tease."

"Hold on, Mr. Kinney, we have to do warm-up practice first," I chided him, backing away just enough to keep him from pulling me down flush against him on the bed. Again Brian groaned at the abrupt loss of contact. "Well, then, get your fucking balls out and let me CATCH them," he commanded.

"That's not ALL you're going to catch, Mr. Kinney," I reminded him sternly, before suddenly Brian reached up and pulled my head down into a full-blown passionate kiss, my tongue instinctively surrendering to his and my body pushed hard against him. Chuckling under his breath in victory, I broke our kiss apart before breathlessly protesting, "Hey, you're not playing fair. I can always trade you to the Yokohoma Bay Stars for a player to be named later, you know," I warned, trying to be indignant but sadly not succeeding as he now started tickling me in the sides, right where he knew I was so touchy.

Brian laughed in return as I launched a tickling attack of my own, right near his waist where I knew he couldn't resist; sure enough, he squirmed as he tried to move away from my relentless counter-offensive, continuing to laugh in that delightful way he seldom does, except for me when he is particularly happy. Of course, he told me once that if I ever divulged that little secret to anyone, great sex or not, he would have to kill me. "Okay, okay, I'll play fair," he laughed, almost giggling, as he finally stopped his assault.

Brian then startled me by slowly wrapping his long legs to link them around my waist, my heart feeling like it was going to burst from my chest. "Batter up, Sunshine," he growled seductively. "Pitch me a fast one, baby, we're going for a fucking GRAND SLAM," he urged. As I looked around for a condom, he reached out to still my hand. Looking at me intently like he could devour me any second, he whispered, "This is all you'll need, Sport," as he leaned over slightly and handed me a small bottle of lubricant. I was sure my heart would definitely explode from excitement, as I asked him in a breathless, shaky voice, "Are you sure, Brian?"

"I'm sure, Justin," he assured me softly. "Time to hit one out of the park." As I looked at the face of the man I loved so deeply, he nodded, smiling at me in encouragement. "Do it," he simply said. Biting my lip, I nodded at him in return, before reaching down to kiss him soundly.

Despite my vow that I would fuck Brian senseless into the mattress as soon as I had him alone, Brian's decision to do it bareback put a whole different spin on it; I wanted to take it slow, to make LOVE to him, so we could experience every delightful second of this mind blowing experience. And it was more incredible than I ever could have imagined in my wildest dreams: more intense, more free, more satisfying, more sensual. More EVERYTHING. As my body pushed into his, and he wrapped himself even more tightly against me in unspoken encouragement, I thought, this is how it must feel to fly, because my heart is soaring.

As we both came down minutes later from our climaxes, sweaty and breathless, I lay on top of Brian, feeling both of our hearts beating rapidly in unison. He pulled his head back to stare at me with those captivating hazel eyes, as he tenderly brushed back some hair that was plastered to my brow. "That was unbelievable," he simply whispered, as I noticed with some surprise that his eyes were shining with unshed tears. "You can be my pitcher anytime, Sunshine," he added sincerely. My eyes, too, filled with tears of happiness as he then softly murmured the words he is only rarely able to express. "I love you so much, Justin."

"Oh," I exclaimed softly, my mouth spreading into a wide smile of joy. "I love you, too, Brian," I whispered. Then I smirked a little as I asked, "Can I have my sundae now?"