Emmett laid on his belly as he gripped one of the pillows to him.  He watched as Drew got dressed and tried to be strong to be able to talk to his boyfriend about what he’d discovered but still couldn’t.  It been two weeks and he still couldn’t voice it out.

“I wish I didn’t have to go,” Drew said.  “But I have to go work.  I’m actually late.”

Emmett turned around and sat up.  He stared at Drew and sighed.

“What’s wrong?” Drew asked sitting in front of Emmett.

Emmett shook his head.  “It’s not important.”

“Em,” Drew whispered and his hand reached out to caress his boyfriend’s face.  “Tell me.”

“You…you…” Emmett stuttered but the words wouldn’t come out.

“What?” Drew asked.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Emmett asked.

“Tell you what?” Drew asked.

“Who you are,” Emmett said.  “What you do.”

Drew sighed.  He knew Emmett was bound to found out sooner or later.  “I wanted…I wanted you to love me just for being me,” Drew informed him.

Emmett’s heart soared with happiness.  All that time he just thought so many other things.  “Oh god.”

Drew looked up and saw that Emmett was crying.  “Why are you crying?”

“You’re so stupid,” he said to the man.  “You know me. I wouldn’t have cared either way.”

Drew hugged Emmett to him.  “I’m sorry.”

“I thought you didn’t want to tell me because you didn’t trust me,” Emmett confessed.  “That you thought I would go after you and tell the whole world or something.”

Drew smiled as he kissed Emmett.  “I love you.”

“What?” Emmett asked taking aback.

Drew pulled away quickly.  “I didn’t…”

“I love you too,” Emmett said throwing himself at the man.  “I love you so much!”

Drew laughed.  “Oh god, Emmett.”

Emmett started kissing Drew’s neck.

“Fuck practice,” Drew said as he pushed Emmett back and got on top of him.

“Are you sure?” Emmett asked but already he was undoing Drew’s belt.

“I’m an MVP,” Drew said. “What are they going to do?”

Emmett laughed and pulled the man to him.  They kissed frantically as Emmett got Drew naked.  When he did he pulled back and admired the man’s body.  “Do you know how beautiful you are?”

Drew didn’t say anything.  It was hard sometimes hearing Emmett say those things to him.  He pulled Emmett towards him and kissed him.

“I need to taste you,” Emmett said as he slowly started to kiss Drew’s body.  His head moved down until he reached his goal.

“Yeah,” Drew said throwing his head back.  

Emmett licked the tip of Drew’s hard member as his nimble fingers played with it.  He heard Drew groaning at the back of his throat and it made him quiver all over.  He wanted Drew inside of him but first he needed to have a taste of his man.

“Emmett!” Drew hissed as the man’s mouth took him inside completely.  “That…fucking mouth.”

Emmett’s head started bobbing up and down excruciatingly slowly.

“No, no,” Drew said shaking his head at the torture.  “Don’t do this to me!”

Emmett dipped his tongue at Drew’s piss hole and messaged the man’s testicles.  He knew that he was making the football player lose his control.

“That’s it!” Drew said when he felt the head of his cock hitting the back of man’s throat.  It was so slowly and for some reason it was pushing him against the edge.  Only Emmet’s mouth could do that to him.  Drew took the man’s head and pulled him back.  “You know when you do that so fucking slowly it kills me.”

Emmett smiled.  “You taste fucking great.”

Drew kissed him hard before he pulled away.  He searched for a condom and ripped it open when he found it.  He put it on his cock and in seconds Emmett was straddling his lap. 

“Let me prepare you,” Drew said.

“I’m okay from last time,” Emmett assured him as he started to impale himself on Drew’s cock.

Emmett hands gripped Drew’s abs and pushed down all the way.  His body falling forward and he grunted.

“That’s it baby,” Drew groaned as he gripped Emmett’s hips.

Emmett loved how Drew could handle him.  He gripped Drew’s shoulders and let his lover fuck the shit out of him.  Drew turned them around and he started pounding into Emmett.

“Oh fuck!” Emmett said as his body thrashed wildly under Drew’s.  “There!  There Drew!  Again…do it again!  Like that.  Fuck me!  Fuck me!”

Drew caressed the back of Emmett’s head.  “You’re the best…thing…ever…” Drew gasped out as best as he could.  “To me…love you.”

Emmett gasped as Drew rubbed against his prostate over and over again.  He opened his eyes briefly and saw the man he would spend the rest of his life with.

***

Michael was about to closed the store and started walking to his car.  He got inside and his cell phone rang.  He smiled when he saw the number and picked it up.

“Hey babe,” Michael said.

“Fucker,” Griffin hissed.

“Excuse me?” Michael asked.  “Who is this?”

“This would be Ben’s boyfriend,” Griffin spat.

“What?” Michael asked outraged.  “What are you talking about? He said…oh god.”

“I’m warning you,” Griffin spat out.  “Stay away from my partner.”

Michael felt the world crushing him.  “You…he…I didn’t know.”

“Well now you do!” Griffin hissed before he hung up.

Michael swallowed and stared at the phone for a long time.  When he closed it and put it to the side he started crying.  He gripped the wheel and his head dropped on it as the sobs started to get louder.  “Why would he do this to me?  Why?”

The man cried until his eyes were red and puffy.  When he was able to control himself he started the car and drove home.  He never made it to his apartment.  When he looked at where he was he sighed and got out.  He walked like a zombie inside the building.  When he got to the apartment he knocked on the door and waited.

“Who…Michael?!” Emmett asked.

Michael started crying again.

“Oh my god!” Emmett said and pulled Michael into a hug.  “Are you okay?  Are you hurt?  What’s going on?”

“Oh, Emmett,” Michael wailed.  “Oh god!”

“Okay, okay,” Emmett said as he managed to pull the man inside and closed the door.  “Tell me what’s going on.”

“It’s so horrible,” Michael said.

“You’re shaking,” Emmett said.

Michael didn’t say anything as his old friend sat him down in one of the chairs in the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Drew asked coming out of the bedroom in only a pair of jeans.

“He lied to me,” Michael said as the sobs started again.

Emmett bit his lower lip as he looked at Drew.  

“I’m going to go,” Drew said as he went back to the bedroom to collect his things.  When he came back out Emmett was making something in the kitchen.  He went to him and kissed him.  “I’ll call you.”

Emmett nodded.  “Thanks.”

Drew nodded and left not sure what was happening but he trust Emmett enough to know he didn’t have to worry.  

“Michael,” Emmett said as he put a cup of chamomile tea in front of the stressed man.  “Drink this.”

Michael did without asking what it was.

Emmett pulled a chair next to his friend and sat down.  He rubbed circles on Michael’s back.  

“Emmett,” Michael whispered.

“Yes,” Emmett said.

“I’m in love,” Michael told him.

Emmett sighed not sure what to think.  “You are?”

Michael nodded slowly.  “I…he’s…oh god.”

Emmett closed his eyes and felt tears threatening to come out.  He didn’t want to see Michael crying like the world was about to end.  He’d never seen Michael like that; ever.

“Take your time,” Emmett said.  “You want to tell me what’s going on?”

Michael took another sip of the tea and put the cup down.  “I met a guy.”

Emmett was relieved to hear that in some level because it meant that it wasn’t about Brian.  But then he was angry that whoever it was had Michael crying his eyes out.  “Tell me about it.”

Michael threw himself at the man.  For a moment Emmett held him tightly and he gave up the fight and cried with Michael.  When Michael controlled himself enough he started talking.

“He’s a writer,” Michael said smiling.  “He’s hot.”

Emmett smiled.

“He understands me,” Michael whispered.

The taller man nodded still holding Michael in his arms.

“He’s beautiful and he’s great with J.R.,” Michael related.

Emmett caressed Michael’s face.

“And he’s…” Michael said and then took a deep breath.  “And he’s taken.”

***

“It’s nice to meet you,” Millie said to Brian as she shook the man’s hand.

Brian nodded.  “I wanted to give you my number,” he said as he gave her his card.  “In case something happens.”

“Here is my card,” she said handing hers.

Brian looked at it and saw that she was a realtor.  He put it in his pocket and turn to look at Evan who looked very uncomfortable.  He pulled out his wallet and gave the boy some money.

“Thank you,” Evan said before he got in the car.

“I’ll have him back by seven,” she assured him.

Brian nodded and watched them go before he went back to the building.  When he stepped inside the loft Justin was sitting on the sofa. 

“I hope you didn’t embarrass my brother,” Justin said.

“I just wanted to see who she was,” Brian pointed out.  

“You just wanted to see what Brandi looked like,” Justin pointed out.

Brian smirked.  “She’s freakishly tall,” he pointed out as he sat next to Justin.  

Justin laughed.

“How did your midget of a brother kissed her?” Brian asked.

“Brian!” Justin protested.  “Jesus!”

Brian laughed and threw his arms around the blond.  He pulled Justin closer to him and Justin put his head on Brian’s shoulder.

“What are you doing?” Brian asked.

Justin smiled and lifted one of the pictures he was looking at closer to Brian.  “This is Molly when she was four.”

Brian smiled at that. “What are you doing with those?”

“I’m making an album for her,” Justin said.  “As a wedding present.  I’m planning on putting a picture and then making a drawing next to it.  I’m picking the ones I remember so I can draw what happened next.  It would be like a story.”

“That’s nice,” Brian pointed out.  “She’s going to love it.”

“I can’t believe she’s finally getting married,” Justin said.

“Why not?” Brian asked as he started to play with Justin’s hair.

“I never thought she would,” Justin said sadly.

Brian frowned.

“She always put her life on hold for us,” Justin related.  “It wasn’t fair to her.”

The brunet swallowed.  “It wasn’t fair to none of you.”

Justin nodded and bit his lower lip to keep from crying.  “I’m so happy for her, Brian.  I talked to her on the phone and I barely recognized her.”

“I know what you mean,” Brian said.  “She’s driving me nuts.”

Justin put the pictures on the box and pushed them to the side. “What do you mean?”

“She’s always calling me to ask me what I think of everything,” Brian explained.  “She sends me like fifteen e-mails a day.”

“You talk to my sister?” Justin asked surprised.  He knew that Brian and Molly talked with each other but he didn’t know it was that much.  He was happy to find out.  He knew that for Molly to be asking what Brian thought she had to trust him a lot.

“After your accident…she and I talked all of the time,” Brian told him.  “I would have questions and she knew what to do.  Then it just…we kept talking.  Stupid things like ‘what are you doing’ to things that involved Evan.”

Justin smiled.

“I never thought this would be my life,” Brian said and laughed.

“Do you regret it?” Justin asked.

Brian knew he didn’t at all.  “There are things we could have change; a lot of things.  But if I did and they didn’t get me here it wouldn’t be right.  I love you and our life together.  I love every single aspect of it.”

“Even the fights?” Justin asked smiling.  Sometimes he and Brian would have horrible arguments that would leave both of them simmering for days.

“Even that,” Brian said and chuckled.  “When we make up for it is the best.”

Justin laughed.  “Oh, Brian,” he said smiling.  Then me kissed Brian hard.  When he pulled back he was trying to breathe again.  “You know what I’ve just realized.”

“What’s that?” Brian asked.

“We’re all alone,” Justin whispered.

Brian smirked and pulled the blond on top of him.  He kissed him gently and his arms held the blond to him.  He knew he was sure of where he had ended.  He and Justin had made many mistakes getting there but it had been worth it.  

***

Michael smiled.  “I know, Emmett.”

“It’s going to be okay,” Emmett assured him.

“Didn’t you say Drew got there?” Michael asked.  “Go to your man.”

“Michael,” Emmett said.  “Stop it.”

“I’m going to be okay,” Michael assured him.  “Don’t worry about me.”

“I do worry,” Emmett told him.

Michael closed his eyes briefly.  “Em, I never…I never said I was sorry.”

The line went silent.

“Emmett?” Michael asked.

“I’m here,” Emmett whispered.

“I’m not going to lie to you,” Michael said.  “I was really angry at you.”

Emmett sat down and shook his head when Drew tried to take the phone away from him.

Michael was glad that he was saying those things over the phone.  He didn’t think he could say it in front of Emmett.  “You were always my friend and I felt…”

“Betrayed,” Emmett said.

“Yeah,” Michael said.  “It hurt.”

Emmett started crying.  “I’m really sorry, Michael.  I would have told you but…Brian was my friend too and I just…I kept telling him to tell you but he was so fucking scared.  He was the one that had to do it.”

“I know,” Michael said.  “I treated you like shit, Em.”

“It’s okay,” Emmett assured him as he cleaned his tears.

Drew pulled Emmett into his lap and kept quiet.  He needed to ask what was going on but he could wait until the younger man was done.

“It’s not okay,” Michael said.  “It’s not.  And then…even after all that you were there for me when I needed you.”

“I knew you would pull your head out of your ass,” Emmett said. 

Michael laughed at that.  He took a deep breath and let it go.  “I should go back to work.”

“Yeah,” Emmett said.  “I’ll see you.  Call me if you need me and remember to keep strong.”

“That’s easier said than done,” Michael said.

Emmett frowned.  When he had found out the whole story he was angry.  Then when he had found out that it was Ben that Michael was talking about he wanted to kick his ass.  He never thought in a million years that Ben would pull something like that.  Then on top of it all Michael was telling him that he loved Ben and that it was hard not thinking about him.  He kept telling his friend that he had to be strong and tell Ben that it was over because Ben apparently didn’t have any intentions of leaving his boyfriend if he was lying about it.

“But I can do it,” Michael said.  “I can.”

“It’s going to be okay, you will see,” Emmett said.

“I know,” Michael replied and then cleared is throat.  “I’ll call you.”

“Take care,” Emmett said before he hung up.

Michael heard the bell ring telling him that someone had come in.  He went out and was relieved to see that it was only a guy with his kid.  He helped them find what they were looking for.  The rest of the day he kept having panic attacks thinking that every person that was coming inside was Ben.  He had ignored all the calls that Ben had made.  He wasn’t sure if it was even Ben calling.

At the end of the day Michael set out to do what he always did.  When he was done he put the keys on the counter and started closing the register when the door opened.  Michael looked up and his eyes opened wide.

“Michael,” Ben said.  “I’ve been trying to call you for like a week.  What’s going on?”

Michael stood there shocked.  Ben didn’t know that he knew.  “Oh my fucking lord!”

“What is it?” Ben asked coming closer.  He leaned to kiss his man but Michael pulled away.  “What’s wrong?”

Michael let out a bitter laugh which turned into a sob.  He shut his eyes and didn’t let the pain win him over.  So he opted for anger and let it flare.  “Fuck you!”

“Excuse me?” Ben asked stunned.

“How could you?” Michael asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ben told him.

“Don’t you fucking dare stand there and give me that shit, Ben!” Michael yelled.  “You…you used me!”

Ben swallowed not sure what was going on with Michael but he was starting to catch on slowly and if it was what he thought he was totally screwed.  “Michael…”

“No Ben,” Michael said.  “I told you…” he stopped talking and looked up to keep the tears at bay.  “I told you so many things.  I opened to you.  I thought you…you were…I fell for you like an idiot.”

“Don’t say that,” Ben said.  “Let me explain.”

“I don’t want to hear it,” Michael said.  “There is nothing you can say to change things.”

Ben buried his fists on his pockets. “I’m sorry Michael.”

“You promised me!” Michael said his face turning red with the anger he felt.  “You said…you said you would never hurt me…”

Ben sighed.  

“You know,” Michael said and laughed a bit.  “At least Brian had the decency to tell Justin he had a boyfriend.”

Ben glared at Michael.  “Don’t compare me with him! I never…”

“Never what?” Michael asked crossing his arms.  “You would never do what he did?  At least Justin had a choice!”

“And that makes it better?” Ben asked.  “This is not the same thing!”

“No is not,” Michael said.  “At least they couldn’t help themselves!  You…you were just using me.”

“That’s not true…” Ben said.  “I was…I was going to tell you.”

“Right,” Michael said shaking his head.  “Leave please, and don’t come back,” he said before he closed the register and walked to his office.  He shut the door and then let the tears fall.

***

“That is so great,” Justin said. 

“What are you doing?” Isaac asked as he held the phone to his ear with his shoulder while he packed his clothes.

“I’m cooking,” Justin told him.

“Are you using your cane?” Isaac asked.

“I can’t cook, talk to you and hold the freaking cane at the same time!” Justin hissed.

Isaac rolled his eyes.  “I’m so telling Brian.”

“Relax,” Justin told him.  “I’m leaning against the counter.  I promise I’m not working myself to the ground.”

“You know you’re not one hundred percent cured,” Isaac said.  “You’re still doing your exercises?”

“Everyday,” Justin assured him.  “Brian doesn’t let me slack off.”

Isaac smiled at that.  “Good.”

“I have to go,” Justin told him.  “Brian just got here.”

“Okay,” Isaac told him.  “Daphne says hi.”

Justin smiled.  “Give her my regards,” he said before he hung up.

“What are you making?” Brian asked as he stood behind the blond.

“Lasagna,” Justin said.

“Jesus fuck!” Brian hissed as he moved away to the bedroom.

Justin snickered because he knew Brian loved it.  He just hated the fact that he stuffed himself like a pig to be complaining about the calories later.  

“I’m going to make you have those love handles, baby!” Justin called to him.

“Fuck you, Justin!” Brian called from the bedroom.

Justin laughed again.  When Brian came out of the bedroom he was wearing a pair of jeans and a wife beater.  

“Do you need help?” Brian asked.

“No,” Justin said.  “You should see the studio upstairs,” the blond said.

Brian arched a brow as he grabbed a baby tomato from the salad that Justin had out.  He popped it into his mouth and moved to his desk while Justin kept talking about all the progress that they had done upstairs.

“I totally love it,” Justin informed him.  

Brian smiled at that and went over to where Justin was standing as he checked the mail.

“Emmett told me that you said you didn’t want to set an office for you,” Justin said pouting.  “We could have divided the space and…”

“Justin,” Brian said and press a kiss into Justin’s nape.  “It’s what I want for you.  It’s for you baby.”

Justin turned around and smiled.  “You’re such a romantic.”

“Do you want me to spank you?” Brian asked.

Justin laughed.  “Are you?”

“Naughty,” Brian whispered before he kissed Justin.  “Mmm, you taste like cheese.”

Justin turned around again.  “I took a few bites,” the blond said as he put his last touches in the lasagna.  “Can you put this on the oven?”

“Sure,” Brian said grabbing the glass pan and putting it on the oven which Justin had preheating.  “It looks good.”

Justin smiled as he covered the salad.  “Do you want an appetizer?”

“What did you make?” Brian asked.

Justin smirked.

Brian turned around and arched a brow when he saw Justin.  His cock jumped as he stared at his husband.  “Mmm, I think I might.”

The blond gripped the edge of the counter and pushed his hips forward.  Brian moved towards him and he stared at the blond as his hands opened Justin’s pants. The younger man watched as Brian got on his knees and without any delay took his cock into his mouth.  Justin’s knuckles turned white from the pressure and his head dropped back.  Brian’s strong arms held Justin’s body as he sucked him deep into his mouth.

“That…I want…your mouth…” Justin kept groaning and moaning while words escaped his mouth.  “There…lips…more…hot…yeah…”

One of Brian’s hands played with the blond’s balls as he swallowed around the head of Justin’s dick.  Justin jumped up with the sensation and kept moving his hips which had a mind of their own, the blond was sure.  He opened his eyes briefly and looked down.  Watching Brian’s lips wrapped around his shaft send him over the edge.  His body bowed upward and he spilled his cum in his husband’s mouth. 

“Brian!” Justin yelled.  “Fuck!”

Brian swallowed everything before he stood up and he held the shaking Justin in his arms.  “Mmm, what other appetizers are there?”

Justin laughed at that.  “Don’t you just love when I cook for you?”

“Definitely,” Brian muttered over Justin’s ear.  “I’m going to see what else I can get a taste of,” he informed the younger man as he turned him around and pushed Justin’s pants into the floor. 

Justin groaned when once again Brian got on his knees.  He was certain that he was going to break his fingers from the pressure of his hold, but he could care less.  Brian was hungry and he had to feed his husband.