Sorry that this is so short! There will be more soon. Thanks to the beta, CuJo. And sorry, I added a few things, so any mistakes are my own.
Brian looked around the deserted streets and cursed. He didn’t know where the blond had gotten his ass to. He slammed the breaks when he saw some guys in an alley and got out of the car. He jogged up to them and asked if they had seen Justin and gave them a quick description. One of them pointed to a cardboard box lying a few feet away. Brian ran to it and lifted the top. He sighed when he found Justin sleeping there. “Justin!” Justin opened his eyes quickly. “What the fuck!” “Get up,” Brian told him. “Leave me the fuck alone,” Justin told him but got up anyway. “What the fuck are you doing here?” “What the hell is wrong with you?” Brian asked. “Nothing is wrong with me,” Justin told him. “Then why the fuck did you leave?” Brian looked around the place. “Why would I stay there?” Justin asked. “Because it's better that this,” Brian pointed out. “And what?” Justin asked. “You think you have the right to treat me the way you did just because you helped me?” Brian frowned and thought for a second. “I didn’t do anything, Justin,” Brian told him. “Now let’s go.” “I am not going back!” Justin told him. “Why the fuck not?” Brian asked. “What the hell for, Brian? So you can humiliate me again? Use me!” Justin shouted. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “We only fucked. That’s all it's ever going to be.” Justin licked his lips and closed his eyes. “I thought it was different.” “Well, it isn’t,” Brian swallowed hard. “Now let’s go.” “I am not going anywhere with you!” Justin shouted. He felt so hurt by the brunet. He just didn’t want to see Brian and remember all that had happened. How everything was going so good and then it all fell around him and he was left with a crushed heart. “It’s your future, Justin!” Brian yelled back. “Do you want to spend the rest of your life sleeping in a card box?” “Go with him, kid,” A guy that had been watching told him. “Just go and never look back.” Justin felt his chest tightening. His eyes watered and he started to cry. Brian sighed and went to hug him. “Come on, Jus, let’s just go home,” Brian whispered. Justin pulled away and grabbed his bag. “Fine, Brian.” Brian sighed when the blond walked ahead of him. He looked at the people lying around and shook his head. He would never have left Justin there even if he had to drag the blond kicking and screaming. They got in the Jeep and drove to the loft. When they arrived, Justin jumped out of the car and ran to the door. He punched in the number and ran up the stairs. Brian shook his head and followed him. He looked at Justin who was waiting for him in front of the door. They got inside and Justin went to the bathroom to get a shower. Brian followed him and took off his shirt. The look he received from Justin told him enough. The blond didn’t want him there. He sighed and went to the kitchen where he served himself a shot of whiskey. Brian didn’t know what to do. We wanted to touch Justin, but he knew that if he even tried Justin was probably going to kill him. He had already had the blond; why would he want him again? Brian wanted to just forget about Justin’s lips, skin, eyes, everything about the blond. When Justin came out, Brian went to get a cold shower. He stayed there for a while and when he came out, Justin was getting the sofa ready to sleep on it. “Fuck,” Brian muttered under his breath. Justin looked up briefly and his mouth watered at the sight in front of him. “Aren’t you coming?” Brian asked as he dried off. Justin grabbed the sheets on his make-shift bed and shook his head. “The sofa is just fine. Don’t do me any favors. I know what I am good for when it comes to you,” Justin didn’t want to be just a sex object to Brian and nothing more. Brian opened his mouth, wanting to say something to Justin. The words ‘fuck you’ were on top of his list, but he didn’t think they would go over well with Justin. Closing his mouth, he nodded, turned around and got in his bed. Suddenly the bed felt much bigger than it had before and he hated that. “Goodnight,” Justin called out. Brian tightened his jaw, not wanting to answer. He wanted to be mad at Justin for being such a little drama princess and running away. “Goodnight,” So much for being in control, he thought. *** Justin was trying to put on a tie, but he really didn’t know how. He looked at Brian who was in the kitchen drinking coffee and sighed. “Brian.” “What?” Brian called from the kitchen but didn’t look at the blond. “Could you help me?” Justin asked walking up to him. Brian nodded and walked over to Justin. “You never learn to do this?” “My father was going to teach me but we never got around to it. Mom always did this for me,” Justin rolled his lips inside his mouth. He didn’t want to think about his parents. “There you go,” Brian said and saw the sad expression in Justin’s eyes. “Thanks,” Justin muttered. Neither of them moved away and Brian did what he had wanted to do for a long time now, it just had been since the night before but to him it felt like an eternity. He kissed Justin and pulled him closer. Justin closed his eyes and found himself wrapped around Brian. He moaned when the brunet kissed his neck. He wanted so much more but he knew that it couldn’t be. He pulled away and looked at the brunet. Brian opened his eyes and stared at Justin. “What?” “Let’s not do this,” Justin told him breathing hard. “I just…I don’t want to be one of your tricks.” Brian pushed away from him angrily. “Brian,” Justin said. “Let’s get the fuck out of here,” Brian told him. “We're going to be late.” Justin sighed and walked back to the closet to get his suit jacket. It was going to be a long day. Their first stop was at the diner. Brian didn’t order anything but did have more coffee. Justin had a big breakfast. They were quiet the whole time and Debbie, who had been watching them, knew something was wrong. “I’ll be right back,” Brian said getting up. Justin nodded numbly. He knew he should just be grateful for what little Brian had given him and let go of his fantasy of having Brian as his boyfriend, but living with the brunet was making that difficult. Having Brian so close and not being able to touch him was slow torture. The only solution was to find someplace else to live, but Justin didn't know how he was going to manage that. “Hey, kiddo,” Debbie said sitting on the table. Justin smiled at her. “Hey,” “You are not looking to happy,” Debbie pointed out. “Just some troubles,” Justin told her and grabbed his juice. “So are you staying with Brian?” Debbie asked. Justin nodded. “It’s just for a while. I need to find an apartment.” “I have a room,” Debbie told him. “If you need it.” “Are you serious?” Justin asked. Debbie smiled and nodded. “That would be great,” Justin told her. He frowned and his shoulders slumped. “I can’t pay much.” “That’s okay,” Debbie told him. “I’m not charging much.” Justin smiled widely at her. “Are you ready to go?” Brian asked standing in front of them. “What’s up your ass?” Debbie asked as she stood up. Justin got up and kissed Debbie on the cheek. “Thank you.” Debbie nodded and walked away. “What the hell was that about?” Brian asked. “Nothing,” Justin told him. “I am going to move.” “Move?!” Brian asked startled. “Where the fuck?” “Debbie offered me a place,” Justin told him as they left the diner. “You're going to stay with her?” Brian asked. “I'll pay her,” Justin pointed out. “You don’t have that much money,” Brian said as they stood in front of the car. “I know,” Justin told him. “That’s why I can’t get an apartment. I don’t want to stay in the loft and complicate your life.” Brian didn’t say anything as he opened the door to the ‘vette. “Get in.” “What the fuck did I do now? Why are you mad at me?” Justin asked as Brian got inside in the car. “I’m not mad at you,” Brian told him as he started the car. “You sound like it,” Justin pointed out. Brian ignored him and just drove to work. Justin kept quiet the whole ride. Once they arrived at the agency, each went their own way saying anything. *** Justin went up the stairs behind Debbie. He liked the house. It was inviting and cozy. “This is the room,” Debbie said. Justin went inside and looked around. “It’s not much,” Debbie told him. “Actually is perfect,” Justin told her. “Just enough.” Debbie nodded. “Can I ask you something?” “What?” Justin asked turning to look at Debbie. He was a little worried. “Do you and Brian have a relationship?” Debbie asked. “We are…friends,” Justin cleared his throat. “So are there rules in this house? Something I should know?” Debbie smiled and knew that the conversation about Brian and Justin was over. “You have to be in the house by midnight.” “Seriously?” Justin asked. Debbie nodded. “I mean, you have to go to school, right? You look so young.” Justin bit his lower lip as he though about it. He could apply for financial aid and maybe get approved. “I’m in college. I’m just not attending right now,” he told her. “Are you going to go soon?” Debbie asked. “Probably,” Justin said as he put his hands in his pockets and just stared at Debbie. A few seconds went by and no one said anything. “Are you hungry?” Debbie asked, already walking out of the room. “Sure,” Justin followed her. In some way Debbie reminded her of his mother and that made him smile briefly. Debbie served Justin and watched the blond eat. She was happy when Justin agreed to a second helping. They talked about the rent and a few things that Justin could do around the house to contribute. Justin was happy with all the arrangements. “Ma!” Michael called out as he came in. “We're in here,” Debbie told him. Michael walked to the kitchen and kissed his mother on the cheek then turned to look at Justin. “What is he doing here?” Michael asked. “Don’t be rude,” Debbie told him. “I live here now,” Justin told him smiling. Michael frowned. “What?” “I am renting him your old room,” Debbie said. “You can’t!” Michael yelled. “It’s my room.” “Immature much,” Justin whispered to himself and smirked. Michael glared at Justin. “Stop it, Michael,” Debbie said. “You don’t live here anymore.” Michael rolled his eyes. “Now sit down so you can eat,” Debbie told him while she served him some food. Michael sat down, but kept glaring at Justin. Justin shook his head and got up. “I have to go, Debbie.” “Already?” Debbie asked. “Yeah,” Justin said looking at his watch. “I am going to check out some schools.” “Okay, honey,” Debbie told him. “Be careful.” Justin nodded and looked at Michael. He was going to say goodbye but then decided not to. He turned around and left the house. He felt better knowing that his life was going somewhere. As he walked toward PIFA, Justin felt a renewed sense of purpose. Once he arrived there though, he felt a few moments of misgivings. Forcing himself to relax as he walked through the front doors, he reminded himself that he didn't have anything to lose by just trying. *** Brian was at his desk finishing up some papers when there was a knock on the door. When he told whoever it was to come inside, Justin smiled and came into the office. He closed the door and walked over to Brian. “What do you want?” Brian asked him. “I just came to give you this,” Justin told him. It had been about a month and a half already and Justin had saved some money. He had bought a few things for his new room at Debbie’s house and he was ready to move on. “What’s this?” Brian asked when Justin gave him a check. “A check,” Justin said. “I opened a bank account and saved some money. This is part of what I owe you.” Brian just nodded. He really didn’t care if the blond paid him back or not. “I might have to leave this job too,” Justin told him. Debbie had talked to him about getting him a job at the diner. Brian was beyond pissed now. “Why the fuck?” Justin sighed. “I want to finish PIFA and they approved the scholarship. All expenses paid. I am going back to school.” Brian rubbed his temple. “We can lower your hours. You can stay part time.” “Really?” Justin asked. Brian nodded. “Is that all?” Justin shook his head. “I am moving out. I already got a few things and the room looks okay.” “What?” Brian asked. “You are going to go live with Debbie? Seriously?” Justin nodded. “She’s nice.” Brian shook his head not wanting to believe that he had let the blond slip away. “I just don’t want to bother you, Brian,” Justin told the brunet. Things had just kept on getting more stressed around the loft each time. They were going to end up exploding and taking it out in one another. “I see,” Brian actually bit his tongue to keep from saying something like ‘don’t go’ to the blond. “Thank for everything, Brian,” Justin smiled. “I have go back to work.” Brian just nodded and watched him go. He took his stress ball and threw it against the wall which bounced back and would have hit him if he hadn't dodged it. “Fuck!” *** “Do you want to dance?” Patrick asked after a while of just standing by the bar at Babylon. Justin looked at Patrick and nodded. He had been going out with the guy for three weeks now and they have become pretty good friend. Justin knew that Patrick wanted more. He also liked him but he could only think about Brian. Brian had been the first and last man that had ever touched him. He felt like if he let Patrick have more he would lose the last pieces of Brian he was holding onto, but he did have to move on. “You feel so nice,” Patrick whispered in Justin’s ear. Justin smiled and moved closer to Patrick. They were touching and rubbing against one another and then Patrick kissed Justin. “I want you so much,” Patrick said. Justin took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay.” Patrick smiled and grabbed Justin’s hand. He led him to the backroom. They found a dark corner where Justin put his back to the wall. “I wanted you since I first saw you,” Patrick told him as Justin pushed his pants down. He got down on his knees and started sucking Justin off. “Oh god,” Justin closed his eyes and enjoyed. Patrick pushed two fingers inside Justin’s hole and the blond moaned and trembled. He got up and reached for a condom. He undid his pants and put it on. “Turn around.” Justin did and waited. Then Patrick was inside of him and they were rocking together. “Oh god,” Patrick moaned. “You are so fucking tight.” Justin closed his eyes and tried to imagine himself with Brian. But he couldn’t. The man behind him didn’t smell like Brian, didn’t move like Brian, didn’t talk like the brunet, didn’t touch him like Brian did. He wasn’t Brian. Patrick started to jerk Justin off and the blond moaned and shot his load against the wall. “Yeah,” Patrick grunted and came. Then he pulled back and got rid of the condom. Justin pulled his pants up and looked at Patrick. “Are you okay?” Patrick asked. “Sure,” Justin told him. Patrick sighed. “You're still thinking about him, aren’t you?” Patrick knew about Brian but he had thought that Justin would forget him soon. It looked like it was going to take some work. Justin looked at the floor and sighed. “I’m sorry.” Patrick shrugged and they stood there for a few seconds. He was just thinking of what would be best. “Do you want to go get a drink?” Justin asked feeling really uncomfortable. Patrick pulled Justin into his arms. “I can be your friend.” Justin took a deep breath. “I just want you to be happy, Justin,” Patrick assured him. Justin wasn’t sure if Patrick was being honest. “We’ll be friends, okay?” Patrick smiled. “We can just wait and see what happens.” Justin nodded and kissed him on the lips, just a small peck. “Okay.” “Let’s go get that drink,” Patrick said letting go of the blond. He knew that with time Justin might come around or at least that’s what he was hoping. Justin nodded and they headed toward the exit, but he stopped cold when he saw Brian standing just a few feet away, staring at them. He wondered how long Brian had been standing there, but guessed by the brunet's expression that it had been long enough. Even though he knew he shouldn't, Justin felt guilty, like he had done something wrong. Not knowing what to do or say, Justin hurried out of the backroom after Patrick. Brian took one last look at the blond and then left the backroom. He needed a strong drink. Seeing Justin get fucked by another man was not what he had in mind when he went to the backroom.