Oh, but every time I’m close to you There is too much I can’t say And you just walked away Brian yawned as he poured himself some coffee. He added a bit of sugar and then started walking towards the room. He had a slight headache and hoped it would go away pretty soon. “Hey,” Justin said as he looked at Brian. His arms wrapped around a pillow. “Morning,” Brian said as he came into the bedroom with his cup in hand. “Morning,” Justin repeated. He was sitting at the edge of the bed just staring at the floor. Brian licked his lips as he stared at the blond. He smiled briefly just seeing how beautiful the blond was. “What’s with you?” Brian asked. “What?” Justin asked truly lost. He rubbed his face and shook his head. Brian continued staring at him. He wanted to tell him that he loved him but he shook his head. It couldn’t be true, he didn’t do love. He took a few sips of coffee before he got back in bed. “You’re not still mad about Mikey?” “Of course not,” Justin assured him. “What is it then?” Brian asked brushing Justin’s hair back. Justin shook his head. “Not a thing.” “Mmm,” Brian grunted with a frown. He let a finger trace Justin’s neck. “Is there something on your mind, Mr. Kinney?” Justin asked closing his eyes. “As a matter fact there is,” Brian told him with a wicked smile. He pulled Justin back into the bed and started by kissing Justin on the neck. Justin smiled as Brian kissed him on the chest and then continued his downward progress. He played with the brunet’s hair as Brian played with him. “Silky,” Brian muttered and then circled Justin’s navel with his tongue. “Mmm, that feels so good,” Justin encouraged him. Brian let his tongue keep going down the smooth skin. He buried his face on Justin’s pubic hair. He felt Justin’s cock harden against his cheek and he pulled back a bit to watch the smaller man’s hardening cock. He moved so that now he was straddling Justin’s legs. He bent down and licked the head of Justin’s cock. “Fuck yeah,” Justin hissed as he got on his elbows to watch the brunet. Brian messaged Justin’s balls as he started licking the stirring cock. He first took Justin’s cock head into his mouth and moaned. Justin closed his eyes briefly as the moans traveled his body. He swallowed and licked his lips wanting Brian to take him completely in his mouth. The smell of sex hit Brian’s nostrils and invaded his soul. He loved it. He let Justin’s cock slip further into his mouth and felt his own cock throbbing. His head started bobbing up and down and it was times like that were he could run to the rooftop and yell how much he loved cock; Justin’s cock. Justin bent his legs and started to push his hips up trying to fuck Brian’s mouth. He closed his eyes but this time they didn’t open again. He could feel the tip of his cock rubbing at the back of Brian’s mouth and then it all stopped. His cock was still inside Brian’s mouth and when he opened his eyes Brian was staring at him. “Bri,” Justin chocked out. Brian started swallowing making Justin hiss and arch from the bed. “Ah,” Justin yelled. “Brian.” Brian stuck a finger inside of Justin’s ass and twisted it around. Justin could see stars behind his eyes and then it all went black as he spilled his cum inside Brian’s mouth. Justin was trying to get his breathing back to normal but Brian had other plans. “Brain,” Justin gasped in surprise as Brian turned him around. Then he felt something wet hit his wrinkled bud. Brian was spitting Justin’s cum on the blond’s hole. Then with his fingers he used it as lube to open Justin up. “Oh god,” Justin moaned. Brian reached for a condom and ripped it open. He was hard as a rock and needed to fuck the blond right away. He positioned himself at Justin’s entrance and started to push in. “It hurts,” Justin told him in a kid’s voice. Brian licked Justin’s lips. Then watched them glisten and he liked it. “Does it now?” “Yes,” Justin sniffed. “You’re hurting me sir.” “Oh yes,” Brian pulled back and pushed hard inside. Justin gripped Brian’s shoulder and gasped. “Do you want to hurt me, sir?” “Yes,” Brian hissed in his ear. He smiled when he felt Justin getting hard again. “You have such a tight hole.” Justin bit his lower lip and Brian grabbed his arms and pushed them up; holding Justin in place. “Tell me how much you like it.” “I like it,” Justin said his voice was one of an innocent kid. He knew it turned Brian on when they played games. “Tell me,” Brian growled his eyes were filled with lust. “Sir,” Justin moaned. “Tell me baby boy,” Brian ordered. “It’s so big and it’s splitting me,” Justin chocked out. “But I like it.” Brian smirked and sucked on Justin’s earlobe. “You’re such a dirty boy,” Brian whispered above Justin’s ear. “I am,” Justin told him as he arched from the bed receiving Brian. Brian closed his eyes and came deep inside the body under him. He could feel Justin’s wet and sticky cum in between them. And for some reason he was in no hurry in moving away. “Fuck,” Justin said. “Don’t move. My cock is super sensitive right now.” Brian laughed. “Brian!” Justin protested. Brian pulled back and slowly out of Justin. He took off the condom as he stared at the blond. “You enjoy it?” “Too much,” Justin told him laughing. “So, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” Brian asked throwing the condom away. Justin sighed. He didn’t want to be reminded of his problems. “Nothing, fuck.” “Justin,” Brian drawled. “I need a shower,” Justin said getting up from the bed. “You know you can tell me,” Brian told him. Justin shrugged and got up to go to the bathroom. “I have to get a shower and go home.” “Right,” Brian said letting out a deep breath. Justin stopped and looked at Brian. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing came out. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Brian asked. “Yeah,” Justin assured him. “Look it’s really nothing at all. Don’t worry about it.” Brian nodded slowly. He didn’t want to force Justin into telling him anything; after all it wasn’t his business. He thought about the things he wanted to say himself and shook his head. Justin would think he was a total idiot and he would probably be right. He just couldn’t love Justin because Brian Kinney didn’t do love. *** Are you aware of what you make me feel, baby? Right now I feel invisible to you, like I’m not real Justin put his glass down and asked for another shot of tequila. He wanted to forget the world existed and the best way to achieve that goal was by getting drunk. Michael frowned as he looked at Justin. “Hey,” he put his empty bottle next to Justin’s glasses. “Are you okay?” Justin looked at Michael. “Is the world ending? Why the fuck do you care?” “I don’t,” Michael told him. “Then get the fuck away from me,” Justin spat out. “Jeez.” “What’s going on boys?” Brian asked as he put his arm around Michael. “Mikey do you remember Damon?” Michael looked at the man and nodded slightly. “Yeah.” “Hey, Michael,” Damon said. “It’s nice to see you again.” “Justin, this is the friend that I talked to you about,” Brian said. “Whatever,” Justin said not bothering to turn back. Brian frowned and didn’t bother with the blond. “What’s with him?” Damon asked. “How the fuck should I know?” Brian asked. “Hello baby,” Emmett said kissing Justin on the cheek. “Who is this?” Ted asked. “He’s a buddy from college,” Brian said to Ted. “Damon, these are Ted and Emmett.” “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Damon said extending his hand to Emmett. Emmett shook it and then Ted. Justin turned around in his seat. “Who has fucking E?” “It’s early,” Michael said. “I’m not going to be driving anyone home this time.” “He’s a big boy, Mikey,” Brian said taking out some E. He took out a pill intending to hand it to Justin. Justin opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. Brian smirked and put it inside. His long index finger was sucked in by the blond’s mouth. “Hot,” Damon muttered to himself. “Let’s go to Babylon,” Michael said suddenly. “Why the fuck are you here bothering me already?” Justin asked as he pushed Brian to the side. “Your voice gives me a headache Mikey.” “Fuck you,” Michael hissed. “I’m talking to Brian.” “Ladies,” Brian said. “Today I’m hanging out with Damon.” “Can I talk to you?” Justin asked giving Brian a pout even though he didn’t know he was doing it. “Brian,” Damon said. “Why do you always get the clingy friends?” “He’s not clingy,” Brian said and then looked at Justin. “What the fuck is your problem?” “For fuck sakes,” Justin hissed. “Fuck this shit, never mind. Call me when we can talk without you making such a big fucking deal about it.” “What’s with him?” Emmett asked. “Jesus, I have never seen him like that.” “Jealousy is a bad thing,” Ted pointed out. “Why would he be jealous?” Damon asked. Everyone was quiet. “He’s Brian’s boyfriend,” Michael said after a few seconds. “What?” Damon asked surprised. “He’s not,” Brian assured him. “We just...” “Fuck,” Ted, and Emmett said at the same time. “Okay,” Damon laughed and looked at Brian. “Wow. What happened to you, Brian? I thought you said you would never be caught alive with a partner much less a boyfriend?” Brian got up and shook his head. “It’s not like that. Let’s have a few drinks before we go to Babylon.” Michael smiled as he saw Justin leaving Woody’s. An hour later when they had drunk and talked enough they decided to leave the bar. They walked to Babylon in no hurry at all. When they got there they asked for a round of drinks on Brian. Then they dance a bit. Brian pretended like he wasn’t looking for Justin. When he finally saw him he breathed easier knowing Justin was okay. He looked at the blond but the blond stared daggers at him. “Do you mind if I leave you for a while?” Damon asked smirking. Brian chuckled and shook his head. He took the opportunity to go after Justin. “What the fuck do you want?” Justin asked as he looked at his empty glass. “What was it?” Brain asked. “What did you want to tell me?” “Oh, so it’s now convenient for you to listen to me?” Justin asked angry. “Look,” Brian said. “Don’t bother Brian,” Justin told him getting up. “Go play with your friend.” Brian stayed where he was as he watched the blond walk away. “So, what’s wrong with him?” Emmett asked coming towards Brian in a hurry. “He looks so…stressed.” “Yeah,” Brian muttered and turned to the bartender. “A beer.” “Please, Brian, tell me,” Emmett really wanted to know what was going on with Justin. “Mind your own fucking business,” Brian hissed at him. Emmett sighed. “Brian, he’s my friend. I really want to help him.” “There is nothing wrong with him,” Brian pointed out. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” Emmett argued. “You can see that something is going on. So don’t fucking lie to me.” Brian sighed and grabbed his beer. He left Emmett at the bar while he went after Justin. The blond was talking to a trick and the man was nodding. “Justin,” Brian said. “Not now,” Justin told him. “I really want to talk to you,” Brian told him. Now that he was standing so close to the blond he could see Justin was about to explode at any second. His eyes, his tone of voice, his body language were all screaming it loud and clear for help. “Well,” Justin told him as he shrugged. “It’s not convenient for me right now. Why don’t you go sit down and hold on tight for me to return.” The trick laughed. Brian nodded slowly. “Forget you, Justin,” he turned around and left. “What happen?” Damon asked when Brian returned to the bar. He had gotten sucked in the backroom and when he came back Brian was talking with Justin. “Nothing,” Brian told him. “Brian,” Emmett whined. “I have a really bad feeling.” “Fucking leave it alone, Em,” Brian screamed. “Get fucking lost. I don’t want to fucking hear it.” Emmett glared at Brian. “Fuck you, Brian Kinney. You’re a total asshole!” he turned around and left. “I thought he was your boyfriend,” Damon said as he nodded towards Justin. “What?” Brian asked. Damon pointed at Justin who was leaving with a trick. Brian looked at the blond and ignored everything he was feeling. “So,” Damon drawled as he looked at Justin with a guy. “What does that mean?” he asked as he looked at Brian. “Nothing,” Brian said and for a moment he felt like he didn’t exist for the blond. “I told you. It’s just fucking.” *** And you know I need you now This isn’t easy to admit Justin knocked on the door and waited. When Brian didn’t come fast enough he used the key he had for the apartment. “Whoa,” Damon said midway to the door, surprised to see it open. “What?” Justin asked as he closed the door once he was inside the loft. “He gave you a key to the loft?” Damon asked in disbelief. “No,” Brian said coming out of his bedroom already dressed for work. “I stole it,” Justin said not caring what Damon would think. He was tired of explaining himself to everyone. Damon frowned not believing it. “That’s not right. Did you know that?” he asked turning to look at Brian. “Yes,” Brian said not caring what Damon would think. “Okay,” Damon didn’t have a fucking clue as to what was going on. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Brian asked. “I came to talk to you, Brian,” Justin told him. Brian walked back to the bedroom and Justin followed him. “What’s the big deal?” Brian asked as he put his watch on. “Now you’re ready to talk to me? Well, it might not be…what was it…oh yeah, convenient for me right now.” “I really needed to talk to you last night and you acted like a fucking asshole,” Justin hissed. “So I got mad. I shouldn’t have treated you like that.” Damon looked at Brian from the kitchen with furrowed brows. Brian turned to look at the blond. “I was busy you have to understand. You could have waited.” “Fuck that, Brian,” Justin hissed. Brian sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, don’t start.” “Don’t start?” Justin repeated in a mocking voice. “Don’t do this,” Brian warned. “Don’t screw it up.” “I’m not screwing anything up!” Justin yelled. “I just...shit! I jus needed to be next to you, Brian. I...needed you.” Brian moved away. He looked at Damon who was smirking now. He sighed and shook his head. “I need to go to work.” Justin sighed. “I just...” “I have work,” Brian said more forcefully. The truth was that he was scared shitless of what Damon would say. He had said to him so many things last night including that he didn’t care, he didn’t do love and all that shit. He didn’t want to go back on his word and start acting like Justin’s caring boyfriend now. “I have something to tell you,” Justin said. “I know I’m acting out of character. I know that.” “Later,” Brian walked over to him and kissed him on the forehead. “Okay,” Justin whispered. Brian walked out of the bedroom and grabbed his coat and his briefcase. He said goodbye to Damon and left the loft. Justin stayed in the bedroom and Damon went to talk to him. “What do you want?” Justin asked rubbing his temples. “I only want to know,” Damon told him. “Are you two a couple?” Justin walked over to him. “Let me answer you that question,” he said as he pulled Damon into him and kissed him hard. Damon kissed him back and grabbed Justin’s butt. “I don’t think so,” Justin said pushing Damon out of the bedroom. “The bed is that way,” Damon told him. “That’s Brian’s bed,” Justin said. “And I’m not fucking you in it.” Damon shrugged not caring where Justin fucked him. Justin pushed Damon on the sofa and then started to undress. Damon smirked and did the same. “Turn around,” Justin said. Damon kneeled on the sofa. His chest rested against the sofa. Justin was behind Damon in a flash. He put a condom on and prepared the man in front of him. “Oh god,” Damon was moaning as Justin’s opened him up. Justin gripped the man’s hips and pushed in. “Fuck,” Damon gasped as Justin entered him fast. Justin grunted, closed his eyes and stared to move his hips. Damon was moaning as Justin fucked him. He was gripping the sofa for dear life. He was so close to coming. He grabbed his cock and started jerking off. Justin felt when the man shot his load. He kept on moving a bit longer until he reached his climax. “Jesus,” Damon said when Justin pulled out. His body was shaking as he turned around and sat on the sofa. “That was incredible.” Justin didn’t say anything. He grabbed his jeans and started to get dressed. “You’re a top,” Damon stated and started laughing. “I can see why Brian has it so bad for you.” “What?” Justin asked. “He was telling me last night how you mean nothing to him and all that bullshit,” Damon said. “But I know him. He was lying through his teeth.” Justin grinned and zipped up his pants. “Do you love him too?” Damon asked. Justin kept quiet. “Fuck,” Damon chuckled. “You two are a lot alike.” “Clean that up,” Justin said referring to the sofa. “I will,” Damon assured him. “So do you think we could have a repeat of this?” “I don’t think so,” Justin said. “I have to go.” Damon nodded slowly. He wished that Brian wasn’t so in love with the guy or he would be going after him. He sighed and went to get something to clean the sofa. Justin left out of the loft and walked to his car. He had forgotten about his problem for a few minutes but then it all hit him again. He was feeling very lonely. He felt like he was drowning and he needed Brian. With Brian things seemed less terrifying. He just wanted the man to tell him that everything would be okay and he would believe it. *** It’s getting cold It’s time to die Brian and Damon entered Babylon with Michael. Brian made a bee-line for the bar. “What’s with him?” Michael asked. “I don’t know,” Damon said and they followed Brian. “What’s going on with Justin?” Emmett asked. Brian put his beer down and frowned. “What the fuck are you talking about?” “He’s been here drinking and going to the backroom,” Emmett said. “That’s all he does plus I think that he’s doing drugs as well. A lot of them Brain!” “Here he comes,” Ted said quickly. “Tequila,” Justin muttered to the bartender. Brian looked at him and walked closer to his blond. He threw his arm around Justin shoulders and stared at the blond’s face. Justin felt the walls closing in on him. “What’s wrong, Sunshine?” Brian asked him. “I’m great,” Justin told him barely holding his façade together. “Can’t you see?” “Don’t start,” Brian warned him. “I’m not some weak little faggot, Brian,” Justin told him. “I’m perfectly okay.” Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. He knew that the blond was okay now that he was drinking and obviously high. He would have to wait until Justin was sober again to tell him what was wrong with him. Justin reached for the E’s he had in his jeans’ pockets. “Justin,” Damon said. “Do you want to dance?” “What the fuck are you doing?” Brian asked. “I think he liked my cock,” Justin said and grinned. He offered the drug to Damon but the man shook his head. He shrugged and took it himself. “Come on. I’ll let you rub your ass around it.” “Jesus fuck,” Emmett said. “I never thought I would see the day when there would be a bigger asshole than you,” Ted said to Brian. Brian was pissed as hell. Justin had fucked his friend. He was going to start strangling a few people. He walked away from them and towards the backroom. “Brian,” Michael whined and went after Brian. “Jesus Christ,” Ted said shaking his head. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Justin,” Emmett said. “He’s fucking everything up.” “What are you talking about?” Ted asked him. “Oh come on,” Emmett said. “You can see that Brian loves him. And that itself is a miracle.” “Brain Kinney doesn’t love anyone,” Ted pointed out. “He loves Justin,” Emmett sighed. He could see how awful it could get when Brian was falling in love with a man that was more fucked up than him. “Justin needs help. We should do an intervention. He’s doing too many drugs.” “This is not our problem,” Ted told him. “He’s our friend,” Emmett argued. “No.” Ted shook his head and said, “He’s your friend. Not mine.” “That’s really nice, Ted,” Emmett told him disappointed before he moved away. “This is all his fucking fault,” Michael said as he came back and stood next to Ted. “What is it?” Ted asked. “Brian is acting like a total asshole because of Justin,” Michael hissed. Ted rolled his eyes. Michael’s ravings were all about Justin, yet again. “I hate that asshole,” Michael muttered. Ted stayed at the bar with Michael listening his friend complain about the blond over and over again. He was glad when Damon and Justin stopped dancing and walked their way. “Let me buy you something,” Damon said when he and Justin were back at the bar. “Thank you,” Justin said when Damon gave him a beer. “I’ll go see what I can find for the night boys,” Damon told them and left. “Don’t stand to close to me, Ted,” Justin said smirking. “You’ll drive away the tricks.” “Fuck you,” Ted told him. “He’s an idiot,” Michael said. “Come on. Let’s go dance.” Justin took a deep breath. He wanted everything to disappear around him. He wanted to be left alone but he knew that if he was alone it would all come back to haunt him. “What are you doing here all alone?” Brian asked standing behind Justin before he moved next to the blond. Justin looked at him and shrugged. “Want to get out of here?” “I thought you had more important things to do,” Brian said. “Like fucking Damon.” “You know it meant nothing to me,” Justin whispered. “Hey,” a guy standing next to Brian said. Brian pulled him close. “Excuse me, I have a trick to fuck, Justin,” he told the blond. He leaned closer to Justin and whispered, “don’t worry you know it means nothing to me.” Justin felt his heart explode. He was angry and sad and he couldn’t take it anymore. His head was about to explode. He knew his life was a mess. He didn’t want to think about anything. He wanted to kick Brian’s ass for being such an asshole sometimes. He wanted to stop thinking about his son. It was the anniversary of his son’s death. And when he thought about it, he was the one that wanted to disappear. He had nothing else to hold on to. “Two beers,” Michael said. Justin opened his eyes and stared at the man. He realized that he had been standing there for a while now. “Who’s that?” Michael asked. “What?” Justin asked but too late realized that he was holding a picture of Alfred. “Fuck,” he said and quickly put it away. “Hey,” Michael complained. “Who was that?” “No one,” Justin hissed. “Mind your own fucking business, Michael. Please,” he muttered. “What?” Michael asked. He wasn’t sure he had heard the blond right. Justin never said please to him. “Nothing,” Justin said. “Shit!” “Who was that?” Michael asked yet again. “It’s none of your business,” Justin told him. Michael narrowed his eyes. “You have another man in your life and you’re cheating on Brian!” “Jesus Christ,” Justin said closing his eyes. “You’re the most irritating person I know, Mikey.” “Stop calling me Mikey,” Michael told him stomping his foot on the floor. Justin chuckled and took a sip of his beer. “You stay away from Brian,” Michael told him. “He’s never going to choose you over me.” “I knew you did crack behind all of our backs,” Justin said and started laughing. “Fuck you,” Michael told him. “You know,” Justin said. “I want to know what Brian fucking me has to do with him choosing you. Really? Explain it to me.” Michael stayed quiet. Justin shook his head. “You’re pathetic, Mikey.” “Don’t fucking start,” Michael hissed. Justin laughed as he took his beer. “Whatever,” he said as he walked away from the man. He reached inside his jeans and took out a bag of E’s. He dropped one in his mouth and sighed. “Was that guy bothering you?” a guy asked as he stood in front of Justin. “What is it to you?” Justin asked. The man shrugged. “I’m Payton.” Justin arched a brow as he drank from his beer. He lowered the bottle and went back to sticking his thumb at the opening of the bottle. He studied the man for a few seconds and then took a step closer. “And what did you have in mind?” “Is your friend joining us?” Payton asked. “He’s looking at us.” “He could drop dead right now for all I care,” Justin told him as he grabbed Payton’s crotch. “I think we have more important things to worry about.” “We can go to my place,” Payton told him as his eyes closed. “Good idea,” Justin said and walked away with the man. “Where is Justin going?” Emmett asked Michael. “That’s not my problem,” Michael hissed. He took Ted’s beer to him. Then they danced for a little bit while longer. He was growing inpatient. He needed to talk to Brian. After a while they went back to the bar. Emmett and Damon were talking about Justin and he was sick of it. He decided to go find Brian in the backroom. “Oh god yes,” the trick moaned. Brian closed his eyes and pounded into the man bent in front of him. He heard the man moaning and screaming for more, so he gave him more. He pounded into him until they were both cumming. He pulled back and took off the condom. “Wow,” the trick straightened up with the help of the wall. “Thank you.” Brian didn’t say anything as he tucked his flaccid cock back on his pants. He turned around and found Michael staring at him. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “I need to talk to you, Brian,” Michael told him. Brian started walking out of the backroom. “It’s about Justin,” Michael said trying to catch up with Brian. “He’s seeing another man.” Brian turned to look at his friend. “What the fuck do I care?” “He was holding his picture,” Michael said. “I saw him. And he looked broken hearted. I think he’s using you.” Brian bit his lower lip and shook his head. “Why would you think I care?” “I was just letting you know,” Michael said. Brian shook his head and left Michael standing there. He didn’t even bother to look for Justin or say goodbye to the guys. He went straight home. When he was in his bed he thought about what Michael had said. Justin had never talked to him about having anyone else. But still he couldn’t push the thought out of his head. A little of him died as he closed his eyes. He had feelings for the blond and they were being crushed as he thought of Michael’s words. Across town Payton sat in one of the plastic chairs in the hospital. Earlier when he and Justin had been at the apartment everything seemed fine. But then after they started kissing Justin had suddenly dropped to the floor with some kind of seizure. Payton called an ambulance and then searched Justin for the drugs. He threw them away and waited for the paramedics. He rode in the ambulance with the blond then he waited and prayed that Justin didn’t die. *** If I had the chance love, I would not hesitate To tell you all things I never said before Daphne knocked on the door for a long time. She was calling Brian as well but the man was nowhere to be found. She was about to turn to go back to the hospital when the door opened. “What the fuck is going on?” Brian asked. His hair was pointing in every direction. “Brian,” Daphne said sounding very serious. “Uh, I came to talk to you.” “At this fucking hour?” Brian asked. “What’s going on?” Damon asked as he walked over to them. He was rubbing his eyes and yawning. “Justin is in the hospital,” Daphne informed them. “What?” Damon asked. Brian was frozen in place. He was already thinking the worst. “What happened to him?” “He almost O.D.,” Daphne muttered with a sad and painful expression on her face. “I thought you would like to go see him.” Brian nodded absently. “I’m coming,” Damon announced as he walked to get some clothes. Once they were ready they went downstairs. “I came in a cab,” Daphne told them. “Should we take another one?” “I have a car,” Brian said taking out the keys. Daphne looked at the vehicle. “I thought Justin said you had a corvette.” “It was totaled,” Brian informed her as he opened the door to the explorer. “This is safer anyway.” Damon got in the back seat. Daphne was doing her seatbelt when her phone rang. Brian who had started to reverse the car stopped and stared at her with worry in his face. “Yeah,” Daphne took a deep breath. “That’s great Mrs. Taylor. Okay. I’m on my way.” “What happen?” Brian asked as soon as she closed her cell phone. “Justin woke up,” Daphne told him. “He talked a bit and then went back to sleep.” Brian nodded and put the car in drive. They were silent as they drove to the hospital. “So you love this guy,” Damon commented suddenly. “Shut the fuck up,” Brian told him. Daphne bit her lower lip. “I’m just saying,” Damon told him as he yawned. “You’re going to see him.” “I’m his friend,” Brian told him. “I’m making sure he’s okay.” “So you won’t mind if I try to date him?” Damon asked. Brian stayed silent. Daphne frowned not sure they should be talking about Justin with her present. “He wants me,” Damon said closing his eyes briefly. “I can feel it.” “Shut the fuck up, Damon,” Brian hissed. Damon opened his eyes and smirked. He leaned closer and licked his lips. “No, really, I think he does. I’m happy that I’m going to see him; make sure he’s okay. Also, I’m going to be there for him if he needs me.” Brian stopped the car suddenly, the tires screeching from the abrupt halt. Daphne gasped and her hand automatically went to her chest. Damon arched a brow and wondered if he had hit a nerve. “What’s going on?” Damon asked trying to hide his smile. “Let me make something very clear to you,” Brian hissed. “Justin fucked you once and that’s all you’re ever going to get.” “Brian,” Daphne muttered. “What’s your problem?” Damon asked. “You said you two weren’t together.” Brian glared at him. “Why can’t I get an opportunity to be happy?” Damon asked and shrugged. “We should be like...going to the hospital,” Daphne said but no one was listening to her. She sighed and shook her head, men; she would never completely understand them. “What the fuck are you talking about?” Brian asked. “Have you gone insane?” “What?” Damon asked. “You two are not even an item.” “We...kind...of are,” Brian said very slowly. Daphne shook her head. “Look people.” “You weren’t even listening to him,” Damon protested. “Everyone told you there was something wrong with him and you didn’t fucking listen!” “I’m going to kill you!” Brian hissed as he undid his seatbelt. He turned around and grabbed Damon by the shirt. “He’s mine you fucking idiot!” “Brain!” Daphne yelled and pushed Brian back. “Stop it!” “You’re such a kid!” Damon said huffing. Brian took a deep breath. He looked at Daphne and then at the dark road. “But I’m glad that you could admit that you love him even if you didn’t say the actual words,” Damon said smirking. Daphne looked back at the man and saw that he had been baiting his friend. She smiled a bit and looked at Brian. “I’m going to kill you!” Brian yelled again as he tried to get at Damon who was laughing. “Guys!” Daphne yelled again. “We’re supposed to be going to the hospital, remember?” Brian controlled the urge to kill his friend and calmed himself down. He put his seatbelt on and then got back on the road. “I was able to make him admit things this way all the time,” Damon said as he talked to Daphne. “Always did have to trick him to get what he was hiding.” Daphne was trying really hard to hide her smile. “And you and I both know how much he loves him,” Damon said. “Don’t worry Brian your secret is safe with us.” Brian gripped the steering wheel and focused on getting to the hospital because if he didn’t he was going to stop again and bitch slap Damon. He couldn’t believe he had fallen for that old trick. He should have known better. “We’re here,” he said when the hospital came into view. “I’ll drop you two in the front while I go park.” Damon and Daphne didn’t protest. They could hear how tense Brian was. They two of them waited for Brian at the entrance and then the three of them went inside. “It’s this way,” Daphne, who had been there before, told them. Brian followed in silence. He really hoped that Justin was okay. “Do you know what happened?” Damon asked as they entered the elevator. “Why would he fucking take so many drugs?” Daphne swallowed. “I guessed he…wanted to forget.” “Forget what?” Brian asked frowning. “That Alfred died on a day like this,” Daphne told them. “He was...” “I know who he was,” Brian said cutting her shortly. He felt like such a shit. Justin had been calling out to him and he pushed him away. It was his fault. Damon stayed quiet not sure what was going on. They walked out of the elevator when they got to the floor and went to Justin’s room. “Jennifer,” Daphne said. “Honey,” Jennifer smiled at her and then looked at Brian. “Brian,” Jennifer said walking over to him. She hugged him and Brian returned the hug. “Is he okay?” Damon asked. “He’s sleeping now,” Jennifer assured them. Then she turned to look at Damon. “Who is he?” Jennifer asked. “Hi,” Damon said. “I’m a friend.” Jennifer smiled at him and shook his hand. Brian walked closer to Justin’s bed. “Is he okay? Is he really okay?” “Yes,” Jennifer told him. “The doctor came to see him and said that Justin was going to wake up in a few hours. They had to...pump his stomach.” Daphne put her arm around her waist. “He’s gong to be okay now.” “Craig is home but he had to stay with Molly. He doesn’t know what happened exactly,” Jennifer told them not sure what else to say. Brian didn’t say anything as he stared at the blond. He didn’t know why he was feeling trapped and scared. “He will come here eventually,” Jennifer muttered more to herself than to them. She didn’t know how Craig was going to react when he learned the truth. “Fuck you,” Brian hissed as he looked at Justin’s body. “Fuck you!!” Jennifer looked up startled. Damon frowned never having seen Brian who was usually so in control, falling apart. His friend wasn’t pissed at all but he was very vulnerable and he could see it. For the first time in a long time Brian was afraid. He was fucking terrified that Justin could be there one second and gone the next. “I think we should go outside for a few minutes,” Daphne said putting her arm around Jennifer’s shoulder. “Come on Damon, you could get us some coffees.” “Okay,” Damon looked at Brian and sighed. “I’m out there if you need me, Bri.” “I...” Jennifer frowned and looked away from Brian to her son. “Okay.” Once they walked away Brian took Justin’s hand in his. A single tear ran down his face and he cleaned it quickly. “Why?” Brian asked as he dropped his forehead against Justin. “Don’t you know Justin?” Justin was deep in sleep and it didn’t look like he was coming around anytime soon. “Oh, Jus,” Brian sighed. “I need you. You little shit.”