Ok it's me again hehe and my thanks go out to Eka for the banners and my plethora of Beta's lol Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket I’m laying in my bed going over this fucked up day in my head. I have no idea how things turned out so shitty, but fuck if I’m not concerned about Justin. I loved the way we’re were fighting for dominance, although I had planned on winning, but when the shadows flew across his face I knew that something more than just ‘he was a top’ was behind his need to be the top. I don’t know what it was, but I know it was bad and for some reason I can’t bear the thought of someone hurting Justin. Then, when he was coming back to try to fuck me, umm… I don’t know if I would have let him at that point because I really wanted him and I knew he couldn’t bottom for me. I knew he wanted to, I could read it on his face, but he just wouldn’t have been able to. I had just drifted off to sleep thinking about him, when I hear an alarm blaring that jolts me out of bed. I quickly grab some clothes and run to my door. When I crack it to see what’s happening, I see it’s Justin’s cabin that’s making that God awful noise. I run across the lawn afraid something has happened to Justin, but before I can even reach the front door I hear a car crunching loudly over the gravel driveway. I turn to find the source of the noise and notice it’s a police car and there are several more coming up behind him. I just stop in the middle of his lawn and watch the police looking around, trying to find someone obviously. I see Justin look at me and I can’t help myself, I go over to him, intent on comforting someone I barely know. When I reach him he realizes what I mean to do and at first he resists it, but then he melts in my arms. I find I love the feel of him in my arms, but I decide not to worry about that right now. As soon as the police leave, I watch Justin packing hurriedly and before I can ask what he’s doing I see him pull his hand back quickly from the strap of the bag with a wince. I am automatically worried because it is obvious that he’s in pain, although he’s trying to hide it. “Let me see it.” “Don’t worry about it Brian. It’s just a little cut.” “I said let me see it.” He reluctantly shows me his hand that is almost completely covered in blood. I pull his slightly resisting body along with me to the bathroom and wash off the blood so I can see how he’s hurt. What I see is a long thin cut across his hand. “What happened?” I ask as I clean and bandage it. “I was scared and gripped a knife.” I look at him and then I go to the edge of the bathtub and I sit and wait for an explanation, but none came and I don’t know if I should ask, but I’m going to. “What were you doing?” “Brian I hate to say this, but this is not really any of your business.” “Well maybe you’re right, but I want to help you and you look like you could use someone right now.” “I don’t need anyone.” “I didn’t say you needed anyone, but I figure shit like this is better if someone has your back.” I watch as Justin absorbs what I have said and I know he is going to say yes. I also know how he feels about taking this help from someone, hell anyone, but especially someone he barely knows. I know I would not take it easily. I can’t even explain why I’m doing this, but I can’t bring myself to do anything else. I don’t know what it is about him, but he makes me feel so protective and I would do all I could to make it all better for him. “Ok.” I want to be mad that his answer is filled with resentment, but I can’t because I know that the resentment isn’t for me but the situation and the fact that he actually could use the help. “Hey, so I have to call my assistant and pack a bag. Where are we going?” “Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.” “Fuck! Really?” “Yeah. Why?” “Cause I live there to.” “Shit.” We laugh at the coincidence, breaking the tension. And although I really want to bring him into my arms and comfort him, I can’t make myself be that sappy because it’s against the Brian Kinney code. “Ok. So, I’m going to pack a bag. You want to come with me?” We go over to my house and he walks around; basically poking at stuff while I’m throwing a bag of stuff together. I then call Cynthia so she can book my flight. “Hey, Cyn. I need you to book me a flight back to the Pitts.” “Why is something wrong?” “Just do it.” “Yes Boss. When do you want to leave.” “I need to be on the eight o’clock flight in the morning.” “No problem I’ll call you back with the details.” I hang up and turn to find Justin staring out the window watching his cabin. The look on his face is pure apprehension and I know he doesn’t feel safe going back there. There is a couple hours before we have to get to the airport and neither of us has really had any sleep, so I figure we could try to get some sleep here. “Hey, I’m tired as hell. Let’s try to get some sleep before we have to go.” “Umm, sure let’s try.” I show him into one of the spare bedrooms and then go and lay down in mine. I tried to close my eyes, but all I can do is worry about him. I lay there for about a half an hour just staring at the ceiling and trying not to picture the scared look on his face earlier. I’m also trying not to think about how close we were to having sex earlier, but neither thought will leave my mind. These thoughts are still running around in my mind when I hear quiet footsteps on the hard wood floors. And as I’m about to get up, I hear the door to my room slowly creep open. I look to the door and see Justin’s shy eyes. He meets my eyes for a second before looking down at the floor. “Can I sleep with you?” I don’t say anything, but I just pull up the blankets next to me and invite him in. He immediately heads to the bed and climbs up. At first, he stays at the edge of the bed but I can tell he still isn’t comfortable, so I wrap my arm around him and pull him to my chest. “Go to sleep. I’ve got you.”