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Chapter Nine:   KEEP HOLDING MY HAND...


After a confusing encounter with certain –J. Justin, Brian remembered. Brian got into his car and drove back to the city. He spent the day in his mansion, and just before dark, his cell phone ringed and vibrated on his counter. He picked it up and pressed the little blue light.

“Can you take me home?” A voice asks and immediately Brian recognizes the blonds’ voice.

“How the hell did you get my number?” He asks, ignoring his question.

“I looked in your wallet when we meet.” 

“What?” 

“You were sleeping; I didn’t wanna wake you to ask you.” Justin says sweetly. Brian stays silent. “Anyway, you looked so pretty with your eyes closed and with saliva drooling onto your cheek a little.”

Brian’s expression quickly goes from ‘What?’ to ‘What!?!’ He hears Justin laugh.

“It’s a joke Brian.” Justin states. “So can you come and pick me up?”

Brian looks around him and figures ‘why the fuck not?’ Besides getting bored, he didn’t have anything to do anyway.

“Nah... Fine,thief.’ Brian murmurs in the receiver.

“Thanks.” Justin expresses. “I’m on the corner of Christopher Street.”

“Gee, care to tell more details.”

“Don’t worry you’ll find me.” Justin says and quickly hangs up.

Brian eyes the phone in his hand. But for a reason he won’t even bother to wonder about, he grabs his car keys and leaves out the door. After a fifteen minute drive, he turns around a random corner and a blond emerges from a bar, gets in the car, and slams the door shut.

Brian doesn’t even have time to speak; Justin practically attacks him, silencing him by pressing his lips against Brian’s. Without thinking, Justin deepens the kiss and turns it into a passionate embrace. Justin pulls away, leaving Brian in shock. Brian frowns, looking at him. 

“You’re strange, you know that.” He pushes on the accelerator while still eying him. Justin happily nods and leans his body against Brian and rests his blond head on Brian’s shoulder.

“I’ll sleep, just for a while.” He says very softly. Brian doesn’t move, feeling curiously comfortable as he leans on him. 

Justin brings his hand close to Brian’s waist and pulls on Brian’s arm. Brian lets go of the steering wheel, and drives with three fingers atop the bottom of the wheel. Justin takes hold of Brian’s hand and intertwines their fingers together, placing palm to palm. 

‘Where am I taking you?” Brian softly asks the little blond.

“The couch where we meet.” Justin mumbles. And they fall in an enduring, easy silence, holding on to one another.

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