AN: You guys I wrote this before I left for work today. I know some of them were saving money to come and hunt me down. Don't bother denying it. I know. He, he. My beta went over it at like four in the morning and now here where I am is twelve and I work tomorrow at seven in the a.m. which means I have to be up by six at least, but still I'm going to post it for you guys. I know you've been waiting for it. Thanks Helen!! Enjoy it guys.
Ben used his key to enter Griffin’s apartment. He had a few things he wanted to pick up. And he wanted to see the man to tell him personally that it was over. “Ben,” Griffin said from the sofa when he saw his boyfriend. Ben walked over to him and sat next to the man. “What is that?” Griffin asked as he looked at Ben’s bag. “You’re leaving.” Ben nodded slowly. “You’re leaving me,” Griffin muttered and shook his head. “I’m sorry that I’m doing this to you,” Ben told him. “I didn’t see it coming. It just happened.” “Is it because of what I did to him?” Griffin asked. “I made up my mind before that,” Ben told him. “But Jesus, what the fuck were you thinking?” the man asked. Griffin shook his head. “I wasn’t. I was so angry. I wanted him gone and I thought that if I scared him enough he would never try to find you.” “He didn’t,” Ben said. “I went and found him.” Griffin rubbed his temples. “I’m sorry,” Ben told him. “Sure,” Griffin whispered. Ben got up and slowly started to get his things. When he was done he just left because there was nothing left to say. *** Justin was home alone while Brian was at work. He had spent most of the afternoon painting. He had left his studio and came downstairs to start dinner. He wanted to make something especial for Brian and him. He was interrupted from doing anything when someone knocked on the door. “Hello,” Ronny said smiling. Justin was surprised to see his cousin. “My God, look at you,” he said as he stared at the man. "Where have you been?" Ronny’s skin was tanned and his hair was longer. “I was traveling and ended up in California. A lot happened to me there,” Ronny told him. “May I come in?” “I’m mad at you, you know,” Justin said but he was smirking. Ronny sighed and then smiled slowly. “I was an ass and I’m sorry.” “Come inside,” Justin told him as he moved to the side. “Look at you,” Ronny said smiling. “I’m so happy that you’re okay, Justin.” Justin smiled and nodded. Ronny pulled the blond into his arms and hugged him. “We have so much to talk about.” Justin nodded and went to close the door. *** Larry came to the locker room half an hour early so he could start his workout. He wanted to leave practice early so he could go spend time with his fiancé. He smiled when he looked at Drew but it was short lived. “What is with you?” Larry asked. “You look like someone died." Drew looked up at his friend as he sat at one of the benches looking like the world was about to be over. "Oh fuck, did someone die?” Larry asked worried. Drew shook his head. “Drew, you’re scaring me,” Larry told him as he sat down in front of his long time friend. They’ve known each other practically all of their lives. They had shared the same dream of playing football and luckily ended up in the same team. He knew Drew well enough to know that the man was a rock. That Drew was never down and he confronted his problems straight on. The only other time that he’d ever seen Drew so down was when his mother had passed away. “It’s nothing important,” Drew said. “You have to tell me,” Larry said. Drew flinched when Larry touched him on the shoulder. So Larry pulled his hand away. He didn't know why Drew did that. Maybe the man was hurt, Larry thought. “Who the fuck hurt you?” Larry asked. "Oh shit, did you got injured playing?" “No one did and I'm fine,” Drew said as he looked down once again. “You don’t want to be near me Larry.” “What?” Larry was confused. “My own father told me to fuck off and die,” Drew said and shook his head. “It doesn’t matter that everything I’ve become it’s been for him. I’ve pushed myself as far as I can to make him proud. I thought it was time to do what made me happy.” “Are you quitting the team?” Larry asked. “No,” Drew said. “Although they might kick me out.” “What did you do?” Larry asked. “I fell in love with the wrong person by people’s standards,” Drew muttered. Larry knew that it was something big to hear Drew say that he had fallen in love. As long as he’d known his best friend Drew always went out with a lot of women but never settled down. “She must be something,” Larry commented wondering what could be wrong with the lady. “She’s not,” Drew said and got up. “He is quite amazing,” he said emphasizing on the ‘he’ part. Larry quickly grasped what Drew was telling him. “Fuck,” was the first word out of his mouth. In his defense he pretty much always said that when he heard life altering news. Drew straightened up and dared his friend to say something else with his look. The last thing Larry wanted was to have a fight with the man. Drew had always been there for him when he needed him. And he knew that he was always going to be there. Nothing was going to change. They would still hang out and tease each other. They would drink themselves into a stupor. They would always be brothers even if they weren't blood related. “Just one thing man,” Larry said. Drew arched a brow. “Don’t be looking at my ass,” Larry told him. “I blush too easily when someone is preying on me.” Right then and there Drew knew that his friend was joking and at the same time telling him that it was okay. He felt all the weight of the world off of his shoulders. Fuck his father if he didn’t want to see him anymore. Larry was his family too and by the looks of it the only one that mattered. “I don’t like your skinny ass,” Drew teased back. “I like things more substantial.” “So,” Larry said. “When do I meet him?” Larry asked knowing that he needed to show Drew that he really didn’t care. Drew smiled. “Soon,” he assured his friend. *** Brian came home tired from work and all he wanted to do was see his blond. When he got there he heard voices and laughter. So he frowned wondering who was with Justin. He put his briefcase on the floor and walked slowly towards the bedroom. What he saw almost made him crumble. Justin was in bed naked with only a towel around his waist. Ronny was sitting next to him without a shirt. The brunet stood there in shock. The other two men didn’t notice the brunet. “I don’t know what to say,” Ronny said and laughed. “It was…fucking amazing.” Justin smiled widely. “I never though sex could be that great,” Ronny told the blond. “You know.” “It’s called making love,” Justin pointed out. Ronny chuckled. “Yeah it is. God, Justin. I have no words to describe to you how I feel right now. It's what I always wanted and needed.” “What the fuck is going on here?” Brian asked making his presence known. Justin gasped when he saw the brunet because he hadn’t heard him come in. “Brian, you scared me.” “I asked what the fuck is going on,” Brian said full of anger. The blond frowned and looked from Ronny to Brian and realized what Brian had to be thinking. “It’s not what you think.” “Then what the fuck is it?” Brian yelled. “Do not scream at me!” Justin shouted back. “I should go,” Ronny said. “Don’t fucking bother!” Brian hissed. “It looks like I’m the one that is out of place here!” Justin watched as Brian turned around and walked towards the door. “Go talk to him,” Ronny said. “Tell him what we were talking about.” The younger man smiled like a fool. “Justin?” Ronny asked. “That ass,” the blond said. “I so love him.” Ronny rolled his eyes. “He was jealous,” Justin said smirking. "He was so jealous. Isn't that fucking sweet. God, I so love him." Ronny didn’t understand the blond. “He’s going to think you and I did something.” “He has to calm down first,” Justin said. “So, relax and tell me more about Alex.” “I’m going to go talk to Brian,” Ronny said. “I don’t want him thinking that…I’m still after you.” “Whatever,” Justin said. “I’m going to get dressed and then I'll call him to see if he's calmed down to listen to me.” Ronny quickly went to follow the brunet. He tried to catch up with him but by the time he was outside of the building Brian was on his Jeep driving away like a bat out of hell. He shrugged and went back to the loft. *** “Brian?” Michael asked as he opened the door. “Can I come in?” Brian asked. Michael nodded and let Brian inside. “What’s going on?” Brian ran his fingers through his hair and shook his head. Michael stared at the brunet wondering what had the man so on edge. He knew it had to be something huge to get the younger man so build up. “Well, you obviously came here because you needed a friend,” Michael said smiling. “Tell me.” “It’s Justin,” Brian said as he stopped pacing to stare at his ex. “Right,” Michael said. “What about him?” “I think…I don’t know,” Brian said. “He and…they were…” “What?” Michael asked. “He was cheating on me,” Brian told him. “I think.” “You think?” Michael asked. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. He so wanted to kill Ronny. He couldn’t understand why Justin would want to be with the guy after all that had happened. “Come on and sit down,” Michael said. The brunet followed the man. “Do you have anything to drink?” Brian asked. “I don’t think that’s wise,” Michael informed him. Brian gave him a look that spoke volumes. Michael knew his friend well enough to know that if Brian didn’t get the booze from him he would get it elsewhere. The brunet was still the same strong headed person he’d always been. Michael figured it was best to have Brian with him getting drunk than out there where something could happen to him. He went and got a bottle of Jack Daniel’s which Brian took and started drinking from the bottle. Michael took a few seconds to go call Justin. He thought it was almost hilarious. He never in a million years would have thought he was going to be calling the man that Brian had left him for to inform him that Brian was safe. “Hello?” Justin asked. “Hi, Justin,” Michael whispered. “Brian’s here.” “Is he okay?” Justin asked. “He says you’re cheating on him,” Michael said a bit too harshly. Anyone hurting Brian was an enemy to him. “He’s got it all wrong, Michael,” Justin said. “Ronny, my cousin was talking to me about his husband. He eloped. Brian thought something else because I’d just come out of the shower and Ronny was without a shirt.” “Why was he?” Michael asked. “He spilled something on it and it was in the washer,” Justin told him. “Shit,” Michael said. “I’m going to try and make him calm down. Then we’ll go there and you can talk to him.” “Thanks, Michael,” Justin told him. Michael smiled and nodded before he hung up. When he went back to the living room he couldn't help but have a satisfactory smile in place because Brian had come to him. Because it didn't matter what happened in their lives they would always be best friends and always could count on each other. *** Justin was pacing back and forth waiting for Brian and Michael to show up. It had been about four hours since the brunet had left. He wanted to call but he refused to be the one begging Brian to come home when the brunet hadn’t even let him explain what had happened. At first he’d been happy to see Brian getting jealous; he always liked when the man did. But now he was mad because Brian thought he had cheated on him…he was mad that his husband didn’t know him well enough to know that he would never hurt him like that. When the door to the loft opened it took Justin all the control he had in him not to run to his husband’s side. Ronny in the other hand walked over to Brian and Michael. “We’re here,” Michael said pointing out the obvious but since there was nothing else to say he wanted to fill the silence surrounding them. “Brian, we have to talk,” Ronny said. “I tried to go after you but you left in a hurry.” The brunet was glaring daggers at Ronny. “It’s not what you…” Ronny tried to speak. Before the man was able to finish Brian had taken a step closer and punched Ronny as hard as he could. “Brian!” Justin yelled. “My god.” “Jesus,” Michael said and pulled Brian to him. Ronny cleaned the blood from the side of his mouth and glared at Brian. He took a step closer ready to retaliate but Justin jumped in the middle. “You back off!” Justin hissed at his cousin. Michael had never seen the blond so worked up. It was amazing to see what was happening. He closed his mouth when he realized that it was open. Ronny was taller and bigger than Brian and yet he was backing away for someone of Justin’s size. “He hit me,” Ronny complained. “He thinks you and I fucked,” Justin pointed out. “So what?” Ronny asked. “That’s no fucking excuse.” “I know,” Justin sighed. “I’m sorry.” Brian wrapped an arm around Justin’s waist and pulled him closer. “You’re mine, Sunshine. You married me so you’re stuck with me. You can’t leave me,” the brunet said and it almost sounded like he was begging the last part. The blond sighed and looked at Michael. “He’s been drinking,” Justin said. Michael looked guilty. “I tried to stop him.” Justin knew it was impossible to stop Brian from doing something so he wasn't surprised that Michael couldn't. “Guys," Justin said. “Can you leave us alone?” Michael nodded and left the loft as well as Ronny. Then Justin turned around in Brian’s arms and smiled sadly. “I love you, Brian,” Justin said. Brian pulled Justin close to his body. He pulled Justin’s head back by the hair and then licked the blond’s neck from base to top. He sucked on the blond’s earlobe and growled on Justin’s ear. “Mine.” Justin’s body vibrated at the word and the possession it communicated. In seconds they were taking off their clothes and throwing them on the floor. They didn’t even make it to the bedroom before the brunet was buried deep inside of Justin. It was hard and fast. Justin knew that Brian’s mind was all muddy with a million thoughts. He knew that they were going to have a nice long talk but for now he was going to enjoy his husband taking him. *** Once in the elevator Michael and Ronny were silent. Michael stared at Ronny and smiled a bit. “What?” Ronny said after seeing that he was being watched. “Oh nothing,” Michael assured him. “You were looking at me,” Ronny pointed out. “It’s not what you think,” Michael said. “You don’t know what I’m thinking,” Ronny said. “True,” Michael whispered. “Why are you looking at me then?” Ronny asked. “You don’t look anything like Ben,” Michael pointed out. “And yet you kind of do.” “You know my brother?” Ronny asked. Michael nodded slowly. The taller of the two frowned. “What do you mean I look like him?” “Well, you’re both build up and dress the same way,” Michael pointed out. “So I guess that’s it.” Ronny nodded slowly. “Do you want to come to my house?” Michael asked. “What?” Ronny asked as the elevator stopped. “I’m married.” Michael laughed. “No, I know. I thought you would like to have dinner with us.” “Us being?” Ronny asked raising both of his brows. “Ben and me,” Michael said. “You say that like you two are a couple,” Ronny said. “He has a boyfriend. Griffin something,” Ronny informed him. “Where were you when I needed you?” Michael asked because if he’d known Ronny he apparently would have found out that Ben was taken. Then he thought it was good that Ronny hadn't been around. He would have walked away from Ben and regretted it for the rest of his life. The taller man gave him a confused look. “Um,” Michael said as they excited the elevator. “Had a boyfriend named Griffin.” Ronny knew now that he’d been gone for quite a while. “Michael Novotney,” he said extending his hand which Ronny shook with a smile. “I never liked that asshole,” Ronny said. “Always gave me a bad vibe, but you’re kind of cute and nice.” Michael smiled liking Ronny a lot already. *** Brian opened his eyes slowly. He groaned and sat up. When he looked to his side Justin was lying next to him with his eyes open. Then he registered that they were on the floor and a duvet was thrown over them. “What time is it?” Brian asked. “Like one or two in the morning,” Justin muttered. “Why didn’t you wake me up?” Brian asked. “My back is going to kill me.” “It serves you right,” Justin told him. Brian frowned as he stared at the blond. “I didn’t sleep with him,” Justin said. The brunet looked away. "He came to talk to me. I forgave him for the stupid stunt he pulled, Brian. He's still my cousin. That's why I invited him into our home," Justin said. "He spilled soda on his shirt and went upstairs to put it in the washer. He forgot about it while we talked. Then I told him that I was going to take a shower because you were going to be home soon and I hadn't cooked so we were going to have to go out. Then I came out and we kept on talking about Alex. The man he married. The man he is in love with." "Justin..." the man tried. “You came home to assume things and didn't let anyone explain," Justin said harshly. The brunet used his tongue in cheek expression. He knew that he had acted like a total lunatic. “That made me feel good at certain level,” Justin said. “That you love me so much that you got that crazy and couldn't see straight.” Brian kept listening to his husband. “But it also hurt me,” Justin whispered and looked away. “That you think I would fuck someone in our home or anywhere else for that matter.” The older man didn’t know what to say. “I’m scared of losing you,” Brian finally said after a while of silence. Justin didn’t know where all that was coming from. “What? Why?” “I don’t deserve you,” Brian told him. “After the things I’ve done. I don’t deserve to have found you. For a moment I thought the same thing I did to Michael was going to happen to me.” Justin sat up and caressed Brian’s face. “Oh, Brian." Brian closed his eyes liking the feel of Justin's fingers on his skin. "Jesus, fuck." “What?” Justin asked. “I acted like a total idiot, didn’t I?” Brian asked. Justin started laughing. “When you put it that way it’s pretty funny, isn’t it?” Brian shook his head. “Damn, I punched him,” he said as he lifted his hand to see the damage. “He’s a fucking wall.” Justin kissed Brian’s bruised knuckles. “You’re so lucky he didn’t hit you back.” “He deserved it anyway,” Brian said shrugging it off. “Come on,” the man said as he got up with a groan. “Getting old,” Justin teased as he got up too. “What was that?” Brian asked raising a brow. Justin smirked at his man. He had been holding the duvet to take it with them but he let it drop to the floor. He turned around and walked seductively to the bedroom. Brian licked his lips and enjoyed the show before he went after the blond. The lithe skin man lay back with a smirk playing on his lips. The brunet quickly straddled his blond. "I think you need to be punished," Brian told him. "Is that so?" Justin asked smirking. "You obviously don't respect your elders," Brian whispered. Justin laughed as he caressed Brian's chest. "If I'm such a bad boy someone should teach me a lesson then." Brian quickly kissed the blond. It was hard and wet, and possessive. His tongue pushed past Justin's soft lips and they both grunted. The blond moaned as his body arched up seeking Brian's heat. He wanted the man so badly. The older man pulled away and turned Justin around. He squeezed Justin's ass cheeks a few times and then parted them to stare at Justin's hole. He felt himself leaking wanting nothing else but to be buried balls deep inside his husband. The blond's breathing hitched and he gripped the sheets as he felt Brian touching him and doing nothing else. That was torture enough for him. He groaned with frustration but he wasn't ready to beg yet. "Is there something to matter?" Brian asked smirking. "No," Justin gasped out and started jerking himself slowly. "You can't touch yourself," the brunet said as he slapped Justin's hand away. The younger of the two closed his eyes and bit his lower lip. He got on his knees and turned his head to stare at Brian. The brunet was fisting his cock with an amused smiled. The blond shook his head and reached for a condom. He opened it and slowly went over to Brian to put it in the man. Brian stared at his husband not saying a thing. "Do you think you deserve this after being so naughty?" Brian asked. "No," Justin said and pulled Brian into a kiss. "But you're going to give it to me anyway. Punish me now." Brian reached for the lube and only used it on himself. He loved when Justin wanted to play rough. It turned him on so much that he would loose all kind of control soon. Justin got on his hands and knees once again. His body arched up as the tip of Brian's cock breached him. He pushed back a bit and groaned with pain. He took deep long breaths trying to relax so Brian could push inside of him. As Brian entered the blond he licked Justin's back. After that, the sounds coming from them were those of pleasure. Their skin was shinning with sweat that mingled together and the room smelled of nothing but sex. Brian was pounding hard and fast into the blond. "Fuck me, fuck me," Justin kept murmuring not really aware of what he was saying. His mind was too clouded to think straight. Then Brian stopped and pulled out of the blond. He turned him around and put Justin's legs over his shoulder before he entered him again and resumed their pace. "Brian," Justin groaned as he arched up. Brian kept on thrusting inside his man. He wanted to see the blond's face when he climaxed. "Oh...fuck!" Justin hissed when Brian grabbed his cock and he splashed his cum in between them. "Yes," Brian groaned as he followed his blond into oblivion. The room suddenly was filled with silence. The brunet didn't want to pull out but he had to eventually. Once he got rid of the condom he pulled Justin on top of him. They laid quietly as they caressed each other. "Want to know something," Justin whispered. "What?" Brian asked. "When you were drunk you were babbling about me being stuck with you no matter what," Justin said. The brunet shrugged as he thought about it. "That's probably because I want you with me no matter what." "So you wouldn't have cared if I had slept with someone else?" Justin asked. Brian kept silent and then he answered. "It would have hurt but I wouldn't want you gone." Justin's heart smiled and suffered with the confession. "You're so sweet and I love you so much, Brian." "Shut up," Brian told him with a grin in place. "Well," Justin said. “You’re stuck with me too," the blond informed him. Brian chucked and nodded. He really hoped that it was true. That if along the way one of them screwed up they would find a way to forgive each other and stay together. Because Brian couldn't bare the thought of Justin ever leaving him.