“Fuck, you feel so good,” Brian groans as his cock slides in and out of Justin’s tight ass. “Mmm,” Justin moans, arching his head back. Brian’s mouth slowly kisses and marks his sensitive skin. “Oh…oh,” the blonde pants; the friction of his dick against his husband causing himself to swivel near the edge of orgasm. “Jus…fuck…” “I…love…you…too…” Justin gasps out between thrusts, cumming hard against his lover’s stomach. Burying his face against his husband; Brian cums with a guttural moan, letting the full weight of his body fall onto his husband. They both lie there for several moments catching their breath before Justin begins to trace his finger tips across Brian’s back. “I love you,” he murmurs softly, knowing that soon they would have to talk about what happened in Daan’s office. Instead of furthering their discussion in the car ride home, the newlyweds found themselves in a state of avoidance: in other words: groping and fondling one another until reaching their apartment for a quick and hard session of delicious fucking. Slowly pulling out, Brian sighs, removing the condom and quickly disposing it in a nearby trash before lying back against Justin’s inviting body. Closing his eyes, he knows the inevitable is coming, so he might as well begin. “Justin…” “No.” Justin states softly, his eyes closed. He didn’t want to hear it. He couldn’t bear to hear it. “Look at me,” he asks, rolling over onto his stomach. Draping his arm across Justin’s chest, he repeats, “Justin, look at me.” “Don’t say it,” Justin requests, opening his eyes and looking up at the ceiling. “I have to.” “No you don’t,” Justin replies sadly. “Carl can do it.” Sighing, Brian touches his husband’s cheek, “I just… I can’t.” Finally turning his gaze to his husband’s eyes, Justin can see the pain in Brian’s eyes and knows that he feels the same: shattered. “Please.” “I can’t let Carl do it. I just…” he sighs again, rubbing his fingertips against Justin’s pouting lips. “I need to know.” “Carl can--” “It’s not good enough, Justin. You know that.” Closing his eyes again, Justin wills himself not to break. “I can’t let you go…I can’t let you risk yourself…again. Please, Brian.” “If I don’t do this, I’ll regret it. I need to do this, Justin. I need to know. I have to feel some sense of control in all of this. I hate this…Justin… I can do this, trust me. Please, just…I have to.” “You don’t have to,” Justin corrects. “Yes, I do.” He replies, the remorse apparent in his voice. Opening his eyes, he lightly grazes his palm across his lover’s cheek, “Can’t you put your superhero costume away?” he asks, trying to smile, but the grin never seems to meet his eyes. Leaning forward, Brian softly kisses his husband’s lips. “I love you.” “I know,” Justin exhales. He was tired. He was tired of all the drama in his life. “I wish… I wish that life was simple… it was simple once, wasn’t it?” He tries to remember, but can’t. Brian smiles sadly, kissing the tip of Justin’s nose before sitting back on his knees. “Maybe it will be again…one day.” “Will you be with me?” Justin asks softly, taking Brian’s hand in his. “Always.” “And if you leave today and don’t come back?” The bitterness is there, mixed within the agony. Taking Justin’s hand to his lips, Brian lightly kisses each knuckle. “I’ll be back.” “You don’t know that.” “I’ll be back, Justin.” He repeats. “In another life, you mean?” Justin asks wryly. “Justin…” “I know.” “I have to go.” “I know.” “I’ll be back before you know it.” “Whatever,” he sighs, looking away and towards the window. It looked like it was going to rain. “Carl will be with me.” “Thanks for the compromise,” he responds bitterly. “Justin, don’t---” “Just go.” “I love you.” “I know,” Justin whispers, still looking at the window. ...silence… Slowly turning back to his husband, Justin forces a smile, “I love you too.”