No, they don't know who I really am And they don't know what I've been through like you do And I was made for you. As soon as Justin arrived at Babylon he went to the bar. He asked for a beer and drank it slowly. He wasn’t planning on getting drunk; at least not that moment. Then, the one person for who he’d bothered to dress up for, showed up. “How is it going?” Brian asked, already a drink in his hand. He’d been looking around to see who he was going to take to the backroom when he spotted the blond. He didn’t waste any time and walked over to the man. “It’s going,” Justin told him. Brian moved closer to the shorter man. Justin looked down at the opening of the beer and suppressed the smile that was threatening to come out. He knew that Brian wanted him and he wanted the man as well, yet he liked how they danced around the issue. “Anything good around here?” Justin asked as he turned around with his beer in hand and leaned against the bar. The brunet did the same. He looked around and sucked his lower lip into his mouth. He moved his head closer to the blond. “Not many guys here worthy of our time,” he muttered before he moved back and finished his drink. “That’s bad,” Justin told him. “Is it?” Brian asked. “I’m so fucking horny,” Justin said calmly. Brian moved so he was standing in front of the blond. “Are you?” he asked as his hands came to rest at the edge of the bar, the blond in the middle of them. “Yes,” Justin said and looked down towards his cock. The older man did the same and when they looked back at each other, their faces showed one thing; lust. Brian let his body move forward so that he was pressing against the younger man. Justin didn’t know if he’d put his beer away or if it had been Brian but he found himself fisting Brian’s hair with both hands as they kissed roughly. “I want you to fuck me,” Justin said after the kissed was broken. “Backroom,” the brunet suggested. “Yes,” Justin told him and grabbed Brian’s hand. The blond led the way and in seconds the taller man had him pinned against the wall. His pants were pushed down and two cold fingers pushed past his ring of muscles. “Shit,” the blond gasped. “Brian,” he moaned, not sure how Brian moved so fast. “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” Brian told him. The blond grunted and pushed back against the fingers. He moved back and leaned forward, ready to take the man. Brian pulled his hand away. Reached for a condom and put it on as quickly as he could. His cock was rock hard and the only place it wanted to be was deep inside his blond. Because it didn’t matter what had happened; he considered Justin still his. They both grunted when Brian pushed inside the shorter man. Justin closed his eyes and waited. Brian started licking Justin’s neck and then moved to his earlobe before he nibbled the man’s jaw. Roughly he pulled Justin’s head towards him and he kissed him. He started rocking his hips because he just couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to fuck the man. “Brian,” Justin gasped the first time the brunet rubbed against his sweet spot. “Yes,” the man hissed. “Fuck me,” Justin told him. Brian groaned as his hands gripped Justin's hips. They started picking up speed. “Do me," Justin said in a husky voice. "Do me hard, Brian." So the brunet fucked Justin as hard as he could. “Fucking shit,” someone that was getting sucked said as he watched them. Brian bit Justin’s shoulder and pounded into the blond even harder. “God, I wish he would fuck me like that,” someone muttered. The blond grunted when Brian’s hand found his way to his cock. “You love it,” Brian said as he pulled the blond back by the hair. “You’ve always loved my cock.” Justin really didn’t have to answer so he didn’t. He threw his head back and groaned his pleasure as he started shooting his hot jizz. He gripped Brian as hard as he could inside of him. He grunted when Brian bit him hard. He knew the man did that so he wouldn’t scream. He smiled liking how he knew his man. The brunet wrapped his arms around the blond as they helped each other keep upright. Their breathing was ragged and they were trying hard to make it normal yet again. When Brian pulled out of the blond he could hear people muttering about the way they had fucked. He knew they would be talking about it for days. Justin turned around and smirked. “Want to get out of here?” Brian asked. “I’m not done.” Before Justin could answer, the brunet pulled him close and kissed him hard. They separated needing oxygen. Justin fixed his pants and led the way out of the backroom. “Let’s get a drink before we go,” Justin said. Brian shrugged. He didn't care either way. Once at the bar Brian saw his dealer and told Justin he was going to get something before he left the blond alone. Justin didn’t mind it at all. He could use a joint and who better to smoke with him than Brian. “What the fuck is going on?” Michael asked. “Why are you and Brian all cozy yet again?” “Why is it any of your business?” Justin asked. Michael glared. Emmett sighed sure that Michael and Justin would never get along. The blond took that moment to pop an ecstasy into his mouth. “It figures,” Michael said. “He’s wasting his time on you.” Justin rolled his eyes and asked for a drink. “I hear what they say about you,” Michael said. “How you do drugs like it’s the end of the world.” “Again, none of your fucking business,” Justin said. “He’s right Justin,” Emmett said. “Maybe you should slow down.” “I had a bad experience with crystal meth once,” Ted said. “And…” “Don’t care,” Justin told him. “Really, not one bit,” he said and drank his shot of beam. Michael was so pissed. When he’d seen Brian and Justin coming out of the backroom he could have killed the blond. “Yeah, go ahead. Drink until you can’t see straight and have to crawl on the floor.” Justin smirked and asked for another drink while he ignored Michael. “You don’t deserve Brian,” Michael hissed. “Fuck off,” Justin hissed. “No,” Michael said pushing the blond. “You fuck off!” “Michael,” Emmett said grabbing Michael by the waist and pulling him back. Justin glared at the man. Ted got in the middle so that way Justin couldn’t do anything. The blond shook his head. “Since you’re bitching so much about me drinking, here,” he said and managed to throw his drink at Michael. “You can fucking have it.” “I’m going to kill him!” Michael yelled as he tried to reach for the blond but Emmett was holding him. “What the fuck is going on here?” Brian asked, not sure why Justin threw his drink at his best friend. “I’m out of here,” Justin hissed. Brian didn’t even bother to ask Michael or the guys what was going on. He just kept walking after Justin. He could ask the blond and he knew that no matter how bad it was, Justin would tell him the truth and wouldn’t try to hide it. “Justin, wait,” Brian said and grabbed the blond by the wrist. “What happened?” “Outside,” Justin said. The two of them left Babylon and took Brian’s car. “So,” Brian said half way to the loft. “He’s a fucking asshole,” Justin said. “He started saying that I was a fucking junkie and that I drank too much. That I didn’t fucking deserve you and that fucking crap he speaks about. Goddamn, Brian! He fucking pushed me and I wanted to fucking beat the shit out of him!” “Relax,” Brian told him. Justin grunted and hit the dash. “Fucking shit! I’m so fucking pissed right now. Why the fuck is it his business?” “Fuck them,” Brian said as he put a hand on Justin’s thigh. “Fuck them all.” The blond shook his head before he threw it back against the seat. He closed his eyes and tried to forget about Michael. Then when the car finally stopped, he turned to look at Brian. “Do you think he’s right?” Justin asked. “Do you think I don’t deserve you?” Brian leaned closer and kissed him softly. “I wouldn’t be here if you didn’t.” “You would know,” Justin said. “You know everything about me like no one else. Creepy.” The brunet laughed at that and leaned towards his man. “It doesn’t matter what they think, Justin. Only what I think and I want to be here with you. So fuck ‘em.” “Fuck them all,” Justin said smirking and kissed the brunet. The two of them got out of the Jeep. Then they went into the building hand in hand. *** Could you whisper in my ear The things you want to feel A week later and it looked like Brian and Justin were still celebrating getting back together or whatever the two men would call their reunion. “What do you want?” Brian asked. “To feel you,” Justin whispered. “Where?” Brian caressed Justin’s thighs. “Everywhere,” Justin pulled his arms up to let Brian do whatever he wanted with him. “You’re going to have to be more specific than that,” Brian said with a grin. “Mmmm,” Justin purred. “I want your cock touching me. Deep inside." Brian didn’t say anything and picked up the condom he had grabbed before. He ripped it open and put it on. He didn’t bother with lube since he’d fucked Justin before and the blond was ready for him. “Mmm,” the blond grunted as Brian entered him. “Yes,” Brian hissed and started moving slowly. Justin closed his eyes and let his hands run over Brian’s damped skin. He could be blind and still he would know Brian’s body better than anyone. When Brian’s pace started to accelerate, Justin’s nails dug into the brunet’s flesh. The brunet was groaning as he fucked the younger man. His eyes were closed as well and he couldn’t get enough of his lover. His hands gripped Justin’s shoulders and his hips stirred on their own accord. He bent down and kissed the blond. The kiss was hot and wet and it communicated everything they were feeling. “How do I feel, Jus?” Brian asked. “Good.” “Brian,” Justin moaned as he tightened his walls around the man. The older man started jabbing hard and fast inside his blond. Justin shook his head from side to side. He couldn’t think straight anymore. “Yes,” Brian whispered as he rubbed against Justin’s prostate. “Oh fuck!” Justin yelled. The two of them shouted their pleasure as they climaxed. Brian quickly moved away while Justin stayed lying on the bed like he was dead. “Brian,” the blond muttered. “What?” Brian asked as he tied the condom. “Do you want to go out?” Justin asked as he slowly sat up. “Studs n’ Suds at Babylon.” Brian kept silent. “Want to go?” Justin asked. Brian nodded as he got up to take a shower. “I’m not staying long though.” “Okay,” the blond muttered as he stayed where he was. When Brian came out he stared at the blond who was smoking a cigarette. He arched a brow and then nodded towards the bathroom. Justin groaned as he got up and put out the cigarette before he went to get a shower. His shower was much longer and when he came out, Brian had picked out his clothes. “Mmm,” the blond muttered and then smiled. “I’ll look so hot,” he said staring at the leather pants and the black shirt that was bit tight around Justin’s lithe frame. “I know,” Brian growled from behind. After they were both dressed they got out of there. Justin drove to Woody’s claiming he needed something to drink. Brian didn’t mind at all. He could use some alcohol himself. “Look who it is,” Emmett said when he stood next to Brian and Justin. Brian didn’t bother to look while Justin looked at the man with a bored expression. Emmett was smiling because Justin was wrapped around Brian’s arm tightly. "Reconciliation time is the best, huh?" Emmett asked smirking. Ted grinned as he stared at Brian and Justin. Justin arched a brow. "Take me away from your weird friends, Brian." "My pleasure," the brunet said pulling the blond towards the pool tables. Emmett laughed and followed them anyway. They played for a while and then Michael showed up. “What’s going on?” Michael asked. “We’re playing pool,” Justin said. “Are you blind?” Brian wrapped his arm around Justin’s waist before he kissed the blond on the neck. “It’s your turn,” he whispered. “I don’t know why you bother, Brian,” Michael snarled. “He’s only playing with you. You’re a game to him.” “God,” the blond sighed. “He doesn’t ever get tired.” “Let’s not start,” Ted said. “Right,” Justin said and pushed his pool stick on the table. He walked to his beer, drank from it, put it down and walked away. Michael smiled at that. “I can play for him.” Brian walked over to him and pushed his stick into Michael’s chest. “You can play for me too then,” he hissed before he left. By the time Brian got to the car, Justin was about to leave. “Want to go to Babylon?” Justin asked. “Nah,” he answered. “Let’s just go home.” The blond nodded and drove. They both kept silent the whole way. Once they were back on the loft they undressed and got into bed. Brian lay on his back and Justin on his side staring at the man. The blond leaned closer and kissed Brian. The older man pulled Justin on top of him. Soon enough they were trying to devour each other. Their bodies moved against one another seeking each other’s warmth as well as pleasure. Justin reached for a condom and Brian just stared as the blond put it on. The blond moved in between Brian’s legs with the lube in hand. “Fuck,” Brian hissed when the blond pushed two fingers into him. “Yeah,” the man said smirking. “We’re about to.” Brian lifted one of his legs around Justin’s hip. Justin threw the lube away and lifted Brian’s other leg. He positioned himself and pushed inside his lover. Brian’s body arched up and he didn’t have time to adjust before the blond was slowly moving in and out of him. Their pace was slow and only grunts and moans of pleasure escaped their mouths. When they couldn’t take it anymore they fucked wildly until they reached the finish line. Justin dropped on top of Brian gasping for air. Brian closed his eyes with a little smile in place as he ran his fingers on Justin’s damp hair. “You’re perfect,” Justin whispered. Brian groaned as the blond pulled away. Justin got up and went to the bathroom to get cleaned up. He brought back a cloth and cleaned the brunet who looked like he had fallen asleep. The blond moved away and had a cigarette. When he came back he got on the bed and stared at the man for a long time. “I always want to feel loved by you,” Justin whispered to his lover. Brian didn’t answer. He kept on pretending like he was sleeping; the only difference was that a little smile was playing on his lips. *** Just let me hold you while you're falling apart Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down Brian entered Justin’s apartment wondering if the blond was there. He didn’t see the Jeep but Justin sometimes would park around the back of the building. He went to the fridge and got a bottle of beer. He looked at the time and then walked to the bedroom to see if Justin was there. When he didn’t find him there he went to the blond’s studio. Justin was painting and Brian also knew by his movement that the blond was high. The shorter man was going a mile per minute and didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon. “Justin,” Brian said, standing next to the blond. Justin didn’t answer and kept on painting. The brunet grabbed the blond’s arm and Justin pulled away. “What the fuck do you want?” Justin asked angrily. Brian stared at his man for a few seconds before he answered. “What the fuck are you on?” Justin was glaring at the brunet. “When did you get here?” “Just now,” Brian replied and took a sip from his beer. The shorter man shook his head and went back to painting. Brian looked heaven ward and left him there. He went to the living room and sat down to watch some TV. He wondered what the fuck was wrong now with Justin. He couldn’t seem to shake away the need for drugs. About an hour later Justin came out to find Brian in the kitchen getting something to eat. They stared at each other, nobody saying anything for a while. “I’m going to take a shower,” the blond said. Brian didn’t say anything and followed his man. “What do you think you’re doing?” “Taking a shower,” the blond pointed out like Brian was stupid. The older man sighed. “Come on, Justin.” “What do you want from me, Brian?” Justin asked. “You’re falling apart,” Brian whispered. “I’m fine,” the blond told him as he got naked. “Then what the fuck are you taking?” Brian asked. “It’s the middle of the day.” “So only at night are we allowed to use drugs?” Justin asked glaring at Brian. “You’re such a hypocrite.” Brian frowned and kept quiet. “I just…” the blond said and thought about how to explain it to Brian. “I need them to paint.” “The fuck you do,” Brian hissed. “You’re a wonderful artist. All on your own.” “You don’t know that,” Justin muttered as he stepped in the shower. Brian moved away and went to the blond’s bedroom. He started searching for the blond’s stash. When Justin came out, Brian was still looking. Justin thought that Brian wanted to smoke so he showed him where it was. Brian grabbed the box and walked to the bathroom. The blond was hot on his heels. “What the hell are you doing?” Justin asked. Brian didn’t answer him and just started throwing everything down the drain. Justin tried to stop him but Brian pushed him away. “No!” Justin yelled and punched Brian on the face. The brunet hit him back. They stared at each other with anger plastered on their faces. Then Justin looked down and his shoulders started to shake. “Justin,” Brian whispered. “I want to feel wanted,” Justin whispered. “This helps.” “You don’t have to use this crap,” Brian told him. “You are wanted.” The blond frowned. “I have more.” Brian looked down at the box and nodded. “I know.” Justin came closer and they hugged each other. “I’m sorry.” “Me too,” Brian told him. “I just get so crazy if I don’t take something,” Justin whispered. “That’s called an addiction,” the brunet muttered. “Doesn’t Mitchell send you to have drug tests?” “He’s just happy that I show up sometimes,” Justin said. “I just tell him that I am still feeling the same and that I don’t want to share shit with him and he keeps saying that he’s there for me. What a bunch of crap.” Brian sighed. “You can’t keep doing this,” the man said. “I’ll be okay,” Justin assured him. “I’ll take it easy.” Brian frowned, not sure that Justin was able to do that. He just hugged his man because there was nothing else to do at the moment. *** I guess you are the only one that nobody changes, I guess you are the only one left standing When everything else goes down Justin was smiling as he sat on the floor playing with Reaper and Slayer. He had picked both dogs from the groom where Brian had started taking them two weeks ago. "They look so beautiful," Justin said. "My babies are not babies anymore, Bri.” The brunet rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know," the man responded as he was in the kitchen in only a pair of sweats. He had been exercising. "I need a bath." "Why are you telling me?" Justin asked and looked back. "Is it that you want me to do your back?" Brian grinned as he opened the fridge door to get a bottle of water. "You only wish." Justin laughed at that. He would have Brian begging him to fuck him in no time. He had his ways and the brunet knew it too. There was a knock on the door and Brian groaned and went to see who it was. "You fucking shit!” Claire yelled. Brian stared from his sister to his mother. "What do you two want?" "John told us what you did to him," Claire said. "That I grabbed him by his ear when I caught him stealing?" Brian asked and turned to his mother. "Your grandson is such a sinner. We should pray for him." Joan looked at the brunet sideways as she held a hand over her chest. Claire pushed Brian back with all her might. "You know what you did!" "What the fuck?" Brian asked after having lost his balance momentarily. Slayer and Reaper started barking and Justin had to hold both dogs back. He had been listening to them talk but stayed out of it. "I should go," Justin said when both women were staring at him. “Oh my god,” Joan said. “It’s true. You are a pedophile.” "What?" Brian asked getting the magnitude of the situation then. "What did John say I did to him?" “How old are you?” Claire asked. “Does your Mom know you are here?” Justin frowned as he stared at her. “What the fuck is going on, Brian?” “Joan, Claire, meet Justin," the brunet said. "Justin, meet my mother and sister." "Nice to meet you,” Justin said. “What’s going on?” “They are accusing me of having done something to John,” Brian informed him. “The little minion from hell?” Justin asked. The blond had the pleasure of meeting Brian's nephew the day before when Brian took the boy to the diner. “Watch out your fucking mouth!” Claire hissed. “That’s my son.” “Oh,” Justin said. “Well, good luck with that.” “How old are you?” Joan asked him. “Twenty six,” Justin told her. “Why?” “Just making sure you are not another of the kids that I am molesting,” Brian told him. “There are more?” Justin asked. “Who?” Brian rolled his eyes. “We are going to take this to court!” Claire hissed. Justin shook his head and pulled their dogs to the bedroom. Then he went to the bathroom with them and closed the door. He went back outside where Joan and Claire were screaming at the brunet. "Hey!" Justin yelled and they stopped. "You said we're going to take this to court so we'll see you there. You can leave now." Brian smirked at them. Joan shook her head. "I thought there was hope for you. Father Tom had said you were a good boy." "Is she talking about the priest that you fucked?" Justin asked, arching a brow. Joan looked at Justin like he was from another world. "What the fuck did you just say?" Claire asked shocked. Justin shook his head slightly. "I know, I know. Are there any straight people left in this world?" And Brian couldn't help but laugh his ass off. “He’s not serious,” Joan said. “Father Tom is a saint!” Brian sighed. “Whatever. Just leave my house.” “Oh my god,” Claire said. “He’s not lying.” Joan opened her mouth to say something but nothing came out. She made a fist over her chest. Then the woman turn around looking like there was something sour in her mouth. Claire screamed at Brian some more before she left in the same direction that her mother had. Brian looked at Justin. “Did you have to do that?” “I thought you were going to tell her,” the blond pointed out. The brunet sighed. “I need something to drink,” he said and left in the direction of the shower. Justin looked around the loft. He shook his head and left. He went home and took a shower as well, got dressed and headed for Woody’s. When he arrived at the bar Brian was there drinking. “So,” Justin said. “How are you feeling?” Brain gave him a look that would make anyone shut up for having asked such a stupid question. “That bad,” Justin said and took a deep breath. “Hey guys,” Emmett said smiling. “How is it going?” Michael, who was with the tall man, didn’t say anything. He just glared at the blond as a way of greeting him. “Just fucking peachy,” Brian whispered. “What did you do to him now?” Michael asked. Brian related what had happened. “Oh my god,” Emmett said. “But where did he get that twisted story?” “Are you saying I did something to him?” Brian asked. “No,” Emmett quickly answered. “I didn’t mean it like that.” Justin asked for a beer and didn’t say anything. Later on Ted arrived and they filled him in on what was going on with Brian. They talked about the issue for a long time until Brian told everyone to go fuck themselves. By then Justin had left and was in the backroom with a tall blond who had caught his eye. “Brian,” Michael said. “It’s going to be okay. You’ll see.” Brian nodded and got up. “I’m going home.” Michael watched him go and sighed. He wished he could do more for his friend. An hour later he was leaving and saw Justin with a guy. He went straight to him. “You’re an asshole,” Michael told him. “Did you know that? Brian needs you and look at where you are.” “Brian is a big boy,” Justin replied. “So fuck off.” The blond and the trick left quickly. They ended up at Justin’s apartment. They fucked like mad men and when they were done, Justin told the man to leave because he had to go. Then the blond went to the loft to check on Brian. He knew that Brian needed him; he didn’t need Michael telling him so. “Brian,” Justin said locking the door. Brian opened his eyes slowly and didn’t say anything. He just waited for the blond. “Bri,” Justin said as he came into the bedroom. He got in the bed and ran a hand over Brian’s back. “Are you okay?” “Fucking perfect,” he muttered. The blond smirked and started to undress. Then he got under the covers with his lover. “Aren’t you going to ask me?” Brian asked. “If I did anything to him or say anything that led him to have this crazy story.” “What the fuck do I care?” Justin asked. “It’s your fucking problem if you did.” Brian wanted to slap Justin. “I didn’t.” “Good for you,” Justin told him. “It’s a crime to fuck minors and you get fucked up if you get caught and not only that, Brian. He's family. As kinky as I am, I do need to draw a line.” “Funny as always,” Brian said. “I try babe,” Justin said putting his arms behind his head. Brian sighed and the blond turned to look at him. Justin moved closer and kissed Brian. “Hey, Brian,” he said serious. “What?” Brian asked, annoyed with his boyfriend. “I knew you didn’t do it,” Justin whispered to Brian. “You didn’t have to say a word.” Brian kissed Justin’s forehead and held him close. *** No, don't, leave me to die here. Help me survive here, alone. Don't Surrender! Surrender! When Brian arrived at Justin’s apartment he had good news for the man. He had brought the dogs with him because he didn’t want to leave them alone at the loft. The growing mutts went to find Justin who was in the bedroom. Brian found Justin taking some drugs. “What are you doing here?” Justin asked and cleaned his nose quickly. Brian knew it was one of those days. When it wasn’t drugs it was booze but it had to be something. “I wanted to tell you that John told Claire the truth.” “That’s nice Mr. Teflon,” Justin told him. “Justin,” Brian whispered. “What now?” The blond shook his head. “I’m fine.” “Jus,” Brian said as he neared the blond. “Are you going to keep doing that?” Brian asked. Justin sniffed and got up from the bed. He shoved the vial into his pocket. “What is it to you?” “You know I care about you and…I love you,” Brian whispered. “That shit is too strong. You won’t be able to put it down.” Justin rubbed his face and then stared at the brunet. He walked over to Brian and hugged the man. They kissed for a few seconds before Justin pulled back. “I feel the same,” Justin assured him and nodded. “I want to show you how much.” “Maybe you should take a cold shower,” the brunet said as he rubbed the blond’s shoulders. “Are you serious?” Justin asked. “Look at you,” Brian hissed. “Fuck!” Justin frowned and moved away from the brunet. His body was shaking slightly. He walked out of the bedroom. Brian was hot on his heels. “Leave me alone Brian,” the blond said. “I want you to stop,” Brian said. Justin stood in front of the sink. “I…I’ll try.” Brian wanted to point out that Justin had already promised that, but he didn’t. “Let’s talk about something else.” “What’s that?” Justin asked. “I want you to move in with me,” Brian whispered. “What?” Justin asked. Brian arched a brow. He wasn’t going to start repeating the things he said, certainly not that. Justin pulled away from the sink and turned around so he could look at the brunet. He crossed his arms, not sure he was hearing right. “What are you thinking?” Brian asked scared shitless. He knew he shouldn’t have opened his mouth. “This place is bigger,” Justin told him and walked around the kitchen island towards the brunet. Brian looked around and shrugged. “I’ll move my stuff then.” “Don’t think for a minute I am carrying shit. Get the guys to do it,” Justin said. “It will be cheap too.” Brian grinned. “And...I think you should keep the loft,” the blond said. “Just in case.” Brian nodded, he had thought about that ahead of time. “And wow,” Justin said and chuckled. “Are we really living together?” “We do most of the time,” Brian pointed out as he caressed Justin’s face. “I want you near me. I want to take care of you.” The blond frowned momentarily. “I’m a big boy.” “I know,” Brian told him. “I don’t need help,” Justin said pulling away. “Justin,” Brian said as he followed the blond. “I’m not moving in with you because you need help. It’s because I want to be with you.” Justin stopped and sighed. He didn’t know what to think anymore. Brian moved forward and embraced his lover. He kissed Justin’s neck and started caressing the blond’s skin where he could. “So…” the man said. “What was it? What got you like this?” “A stupid fight with my dad,” Justin informed him. “What else is new?” Brian wrapped his arms around him. “Let it go.” “I’m so fucking angry right now,” Justin told him. “He thinks he knows me.” Brian sighed. “Look at me,” he whispered. Justin looked up with glassy eyes. “You can’t let him do this to you,” Brian told him. “You have to be stronger than that.” “It’s easier said than done,” the blond muttered. “I know,” Brian told him. Justin was about to yell at the man that he didn’t know shit but ended up just nodding. He knew that Brian had a taste of what it was having a father that didn’t understand you. He turned in Brian’s arms and hugged him tightly. “It helps me forget everything,” Justin whispered. “You know.” Brian knew when he would run to drugs to help him forget as well. “I understand that.” Justin closed his eyes and leaned closer to the brunet. “Hey,” Brian said. “You okay?” Justin didn’t answer. Brian sighed and led the blond to the bedroom once again. The brunet put him on the bed and then took the dogs that were following them around, out of the room before closing the door. He went to the bed and lay next to his man. “You feel so good,” Justin moaned. “Warm.” “You don’t even know what’s happening anymore,” Brian told him. “You’ll keep me safe,” the blond replied. “Will I?” Brian asked. Justin giggled and caressed Brian’s face. He got on top of the man and kissed him. Brian kissed him back. He took Justin’s pants off and then his own clothes. Justin had his eyes closed the whole time. “Jus,” Brian muttered. “I don’t feel good,” Justin said suddenly. Brian frowned and was kneeling next to the man in seconds. “You’re scaring me.” Justin sighed and didn’t say anything. “Justin?” Brian said shaking the blond a bit. The blond groaned a bit. Brian quickly picked Justin up and carried him to the bathroom. He pushed the blond under the cold shower. Justin opened his eyes and started at Brian. Then suddenly the blond started convulsing and then puked his insides out. “Fuck,” Brian hissed as he held him. It felt like days passed as the brunet held Justin in his arms. The cold water didn’t bother Brian any longer. He just wanted Justin to be okay. “Brian,” the blond said after a while. “What?” Brian asked. The blond looked around and wondered when he had come to the bathroom. “Why are we sitting here?” Brian didn’t answer him. The blond lay back against the tile wall. He looked at the ceiling as Brian stared at him. The brunet just kneeled there hoping that Justin would put everything behind him. Nobody said a thing and the older man watched as the blue eyes filled with unshed tears. It hurt so much, Brian thought, to know that your lover was suffering, had one hellish nightmare overtaking him pretty much each day and you didn’t now how to help him. Brian pulled the blond into his arms. He caressed Justin’s face and sighed. He kissed him on the forehead and then the lips and Justin still kept staring at the ceiling. “Don’t leave,” Justin whispered suddenly. “I won’t,” Brian replied. *** Do you listen to yourself? Never lived for someone else “Smile for the camera Gus,” Lindsay said. “Just take the picture,” Brian told them. “You guys have to smile,” Justin said with his arms crossed as he stared at father and son. Lindsay laughed as she held the camera waiting for the perfect moment. “Where do you guys want this?” Emmett asked as he held the box in his arms. “You have so much crap,” Ted said. “Where did you keep it hidden?” “It’s not crap,” Brian yelled at Ted. Gus laughed then and put his hand on Brian’s face. Brian looked at his son and smiled. Lindsay took the picture then. “That’s perfect,” she said. “Go, Justin. You have to be in the picture too.” Justin smiled and nodded. “Okay,” Debbie said. “I brought food. Justin, can you tell me where the plates are?” The blond pointed at the top cupboard at the far end. Then he smiled just in time as the next picture was taken. “I like this place,” Lindsay said. “I really do.” Brian rolled his eyes and let Justin hold Gus. Justin smiled at the boy. “How is it going, little guy?” Gus giggled and squirmed to be let down. He had some experimenting to do around the new place like any other toddler would. Justin put him down and watched him running away. Lindsay yelled and ran after him. “I’m going to get the rest of my things,” Brian said to Justin. The brunet left and when he came back into the apartment Michael was with him. Brian looked angry and Michael was behind him talking without stopping. “I don’t understand why you’re doing this, Brian,” Michael said. “This is not you.” The man rolled his eyes and didn’t say anything to his best friend. “What happened to you?” Michael asked. “You always did whatever you wanted and…” “You just said it!” Brian hissed at his friend. “I never fucking do what everyone expects from me! I do whatever the fuck I want whenever the fuck I want and whoever the fuck I want to do it with!” Michael took a step back. Everyone turned to look at them. “I want to move here with Justin and there is nothing that anyone can say to make me go,” Brian said. “What if I kick you out?” Justin asked looking dead serious. “Then you would have to go.” “Shut up,” Brian hissed. The blond chuckled. “I have to go,” Michael said and quickly exited the place. Justin quickly went after the man. “Michael,” he said catching up to the man. “What the fuck do you want?” Michael asked turning around. “I know you hate me,” Justin said. Michael stayed silent. “But…” he said and sighed not sure what he was thinking. “I know Brian and you are best friends and I don’t want that to stop. I don’t have anything against you, really.” “You hate me too,” Michael pointed out. “That could be true,” Justin said and shrugged. “But Brian is your best friend and I won’t fuck with that unless you fuck with me.” Michael shook his head. “You’re no good for him and sooner or later he’s going to see that.” Justin watched the man go with a frown in place before he went back to his home. He didn’t help with anything like he told Brian. But he did help Brian organize some of his stuff. They ate what Debbie had brought and played with Gus. When everyone was gone Brian got busy putting his things away while Justin sat on the sofa doing some sketches of the paintings he wanted to do. The brunet was in the kitchen adding a few of his things to the ones that Justin had already when his phone rang. “That’s my cell,” Brian said. “Uh huh,” Justin replied as he kept drawing while he sat on the couch. “It’s right next to you,” Brian told him. “Is it?” Justin asked, already knowing it. He could hear it ring and see the flashing blue light from the corner of his eye. “Yeah,” Brian, who was serving himself a glass of juice, answered. He stared at the back of Justin’s head and thought of throwing something at him for acting like an idiot. Justin arched a brow and looked back at Brian that was just standing there. “So, what, I’m your secretary now?” Brian arched a brow. “Are you bitching already?” “You can pick it up with your hand if you walk here with your legs which work perfectly fine,” Justin pointed out. The cell phone stopped ringing then but a few seconds later was ringing again. “It could be important,” Brian said. “You better run,” Justin said looking again at Brian. “You are such an ass,” Brian told him. “You’re right next to it.” Justin and Brian stared at each other before Justin chucked. “I know,” the blond said. Brian rolled his eyes and shook his head. Justin reached for the brunet’s cell phone. “Hello?” “Hey,” the guy said sexily. “This is Keith.” “Right,” Justin said. “And what do you want?” “I thought we were meeting,” Keith said. “Brian?” “Hold on,” Justin said. “It’s one of your tricks and he wants to know when you guys are going to fuck,” the blond informed him as he lifted the phone up and towards Brian so the brunet would move to get it. Brian came over and grabbed the phone. “Now you move,” Justin said smirking. “Ass.” “Bitch,” Brian told him as he went back to the kitchen. Justin could hear Brian muttering and he chuckled at that. He ignored the brunet and focused on what he was doing. A few minutes later he heard Brian moving away towards the bedroom. Justin wondered if Brian was going out but didn’t ask the man. He looked down at his dogs that were resting at his feet. “Justin,” Brian said coming from the bedroom as he put on his jacket. Justin looked away from his drawing to his partner. “I’m going out,” Brian said. “I’ll be back later.” “Be careful,” Justin told him. “Did you take enough condoms?” “Yes mother,” Brian mocked as he moved away to grab his cell phone that he’d left on the kitchen counter. Justin laughed and went back to his drawing. Then he felt a light kiss on the back of his neck and he looked up and smiled at Brian. Brian leaned forward and kissed Justin on the lips. When he pulled back he was smiling. “Later,” he said and walked towards the door. “Later,” Justin replied. *** It’s never going to last, it’s Never going to make it out alive “We’re so late,” Brian said. “I thought you like being late,” Justin pointed out. Brian didn’t reply to that and just went inside Debbie’s house. Justin closed the door and apparently everyone was too focused on what they were doing because either they didn’t heard them or just didn’t care. “Twenty dollars they don’t make it past three weeks,” Ted said. “Twenty dollars that they don’t go past two weeks,” Michael said. “God, even less than that.” “Forty that it won’t go longer than a week,” Justin said putting the money on the table. “I mean Brian is so hard to live with. I’m going to kill him and stuff the body far, far away. Or I could also chop him to pieces and put him on the fridge and then serve him to you guys. No one would be the wiser.” “Justin,” Melanie had gasped somewhere along Justin’s speech. “Uh,” Ted stuttered. “I’m sorry,” he said shaking his head as Justin tried to give him some money. “What? Can’t I bet on my own relationship?” Justin asked. Brian rolled his eyes. Vic smirked seeing how Justin wasn’t letting anyone rain on his parade. “You guys are late.” “Sorry,” Justin said. “I was stuck someplace.” “You mean your cock,” Melanie said and rolled her eyes. “Yes, I do,” Justin said grinning, as he sat down. “I was trying to have some finesse.” “The two of you can’t stop fucking,” Michael commented. “I had nothing to do with it,” Brian pointed out. “For once he was ready before me,” Justin assured them. “God,” Melanie said rolling her eyes. “Why are you two even together?” “Leave them alone,” Debbie said kissing Justin on the cheek. “My babies are good for each other. They love each other.” “Love?” Justin asked. “What’s that?” Brian smirked as he sat down. “You need to eat,” Debbie said. “Sit down.” Justin did and smiled at Michael. “Look at how skinny you are,” Debbie told him. “Drugs do that to you,” Michael pointed out. The blond laughed. “You mean the ones that we all take? Come on, Michael.” “Drop it,” Brian said and both Michael and Justin did. At least they didn’t talk about that particular problem. “So how are things?” Lindsay asked looking at Brian. “Do you guys like living together?” The brunet shrugged. “There is nothing different,” Justin told him. The two men talked a bit more about their moving in together. Everyone had a million of questions. Justin ate a bit and for once Brian ate more than the blond. When it was all over Lindsay and Melanie were the first to leave. Then it was Emmett and Ted. Brian claimed that they were going but first went up to the bathroom. The blond got up and went outside to smoke some weed. When the door opened it was Michael that came out. The younger man sighed and prepared himself for some more of Michael’s crap. He just knew that Michael was going to say something and it would be directed to piss him off. “You have a bad problem,” Michael said. “My mom is right. You are really skinny if she only knew why. It’s going to kill you.” “Wouldn’t you like that, though?” Justin asked. “For me to O.D., eh Michael?” Michael stared at the blond coldly. “It’s not your life,” Justin said and took a long drag from his joint. “I am scared of what you’re going to do to Brian while you’re with him,” Michael said. The blond shrugged. “He’s not a kid that needs someone to watch over him.” “You don’t care about him, do you?” Michael asked, crossing his arms. “That’s why you two won’t last.” “Is that so?” Justin asked and chuckled. “Yeah, you guys are never going to make it,” Michael spat out. “So what if we don’t?” Justin asked. “It’s still none of your fucking business, Mikey,” he smirked and turned away leaving the angry man behind. Brian chose that moment to come outside. He had been listening to everything from inside the house. “Did you hear all he said?” Michael asked. Brian pulled out his cigarettes. He lighted one and nodded. “Yeah,” he said letting the smoke escape his mouth. “He’s an asshole,” Michael said. “He’s my partner,” Brian told him. “And he’s right. It’s not your business, Mikey.” Suddenly the Jeep stopped in front of them with a loud screech. Brian looked at Justin and then at Michael before he walked to the Jeep and got inside. Debbie came outside to see what was going on. She frowned when she saw Michael walking away with his head down. “You know that he was out here fighting with Justin,” Vic whispered behind his sister. Debbie sighed at that. “He’ll get used to him.” “It’s been a while now,” Vic told him. “I know,” the woman said. “One of this days Brian is going to get tired, Deb,” Vic said. “And his friendship with Michael won’t hold what’s to come.” Debbie sighed knowing it was true but hoping it wouldn’t come to that. “You really think that Brian loves Justin more than Michael.” “I think he loves them both in different ways,” Vic informed her as he put his arm around her shoulders. “But Justin is not pushing him to do things that Brian doesn’t want. You see, it doesn’t matter what we think about Brian and Justin. The two of them understand each other; they work their shit out on their own.” The woman knew that when Brian was pushed to his limits he reacted and responded harshly. She knew that her son was in love with the man and there was no hope for Michael. And what little Brian and Michael could have, her son was crushing little by little. “It will be okay,” Debbie said, moving towards the kitchen. Vic shrugged but didn’t think so.