I’m posting this because A said she wanted it, so here it is babe. Thanks Helen for helping me so much. Thanks to Sarah for keeping me awake. I could have been seriously injured…he he. Thanks to Kami for knowing the right words. Hope you guys enjoy.
It’s amazing, how you make your face just like a wall How you take your heart and turn it off Brian groaned as he shot his load on the trick’s mouth. He looked down and smirked. “Nice mouth,” he said. The trick looked up and smiled. “I want you to fuck me.” “I will,” Brian told him as he grabbed his cock and tucked it back in his pants. “Let’s go.” The trick smiled and got up. He was so fucking hard but he could wait. He was one of the lucky few that got to go with Brian to his loft. He couldn’t wait. They made it out of the backroom and out of Babylon. Brian drove them to his loft and in no time they were in his bedroom throwing clothes in every direction. “Do you want to sit on my cock?” Brian asked and smirked. The trick moaned. “Jesus fuck, yes!” Brian grabbed a condom as he laid back and put it on. Then he lubed his hard cock and waited for the man to straddle him. “You’re going to ride me good,” Brian groaned in a husky voice. At that point the trick only nodded because he didn’t trust his voice. He lowered himself into Brian’s shaft and they both moaned. He loved how Brian’s cock was filling him up. Half way through their fuck they changed positions; with Brian on top fucking him hard and fast. After that they fucked once more before Brian was ready to throw the guy out. “Time to go,” Brian told him. The trick wasn’t even surprised; he had expected it sooner. Brian frowned when he heard his cell phone ringing. He answered with a harsh ‘what’. “Brian its Reggie,” the man said. “Your boyfriend is here and he’s fighting with some poor guy.” “What the fuck do you expect me to do about it?” Brian asked. “And he’s not my fucking boyfriend.” “Look either you come for him or I’m going to call the fucking cops on him,” Reggie informed him. Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Call the fucking cops then,” he hissed and hung up. “Is everything okay?” the trick asked as he put his pants on. “Everything is fucking peachy,” Brian told him. “The faster you get dressed the faster you can leave.” The trick frowned and finished getting dressed. Brian was standing by the door as he watched the man exit his loft. The trick turned around to address Brian but the brunet quickly closed the door before the guy could speak to him. Then he walked to the bathroom to take a shower. When he came out he went to the kitchen and got a beer before he set the alarm on the loft. Then he sat on the sofa and turned on the TV. He put some movie that looked half interesting. Half way through it his cell phone started ringing again. He groaned and went to answer it. “Who the fuck is this?” Brian asked because he didn’t recognize the number. “I need you to come pick me up,” Justin told him. Brian shook his head. “I’m all ready to be tucked away, Sunshine. No can do.” The blond licked his bloody lip. “I need money.” “What?” Brian asked. “You’re calling me at…” he looked at his watch. “…one in the morning because you ran out of money to buy booze. Work it and get someone to buy you a fucking drink.” “I’m not at Woody’s,” Justin told him. “I’m in jail.” Brian rubbed his lips with his index finger and smiled. “You don’t say.” “I wouldn’t have called you…” Justin hissed. “But I don’t have anyone else.” Brian gripped the phone. “Fine,” he said and hung up. The brunet got dressed while muttering something about guilt trips and annoying blonds. He grabbed some money he had at the loft for emergencies and made a trip to the ATM just in case. An hour an a half later he and Justin were walking out of the police station. Luckily Justin had been put in jail so that he would sober up and since Brian came and offered to take him home they let him go with a warning. All because Brian knew one of the arresting officers. “Drive me home,” Justin said. “Get in the car,” Brian grunted. Brian and Justin arrived at the blond’s building and the brunet killed the engine. “You have to stop this shit,” Brian told him. “I won’t always be there.” “Don’t worry about that,” Justin spat out. “I’ve figure that out by now. Come on so I can give you your fucking money.” Brian got out but it wasn’t because of the money. He was angry. So he didn't tell the blond that it hadn't cost him anything. “I didn’t do shit to you, Justin. So stop acting like I’m your fucking enemy.” Justin ignored Brian’s words and they went to his apartment. Brian frowned when he saw Justin looking all over the place. “What the fuck are you doing?” Brian asked. “Are you looking for your stash?” Justin walked away to the bedroom and came back with Brian’s money. There were about three hundreds bucks in his hand. “Here is your goddamn money. You can leave Brian.” Brian slapped Justin’s hand away and the money fell on the floor. “Don’t give me that crap.” Justin glared at him. “What happened to staying out of my life?” the brunet asked. “Who came running back to whom?” “Actually I just called,” Justin told him. “You did the running.” “Fuck you!” Brian hissed. “I should have spent the fucking night in jail. I knew I shouldn’t have called you,” Justin yelled. “Only you would turn this around and make it about you.” Brian actually saw him self choking Justin to death. He step back and glared at the blond. “Fuck this,” he said. “It’s late and I’m tired.” “Do you want your money or not?” Justin asked. “Keep it Justin,” Brian told him. “And the next time…spend the night in jail.” The blond looked at the floor and nodded. Brian really didn’t mean it. He stared at Justin wondering who the blond was going to call if he needed someone and the answer was simple. There was no one. There was no way that Justin was going to call his parents to see him drunk or high. “And if you end up calling try not to be such an asshole,” Brian said. Justin ran a hand through his hair. “Shut up,” he said but he grinned. The older man moved closer. “How are you?” Justin frowned and then his face changed completely. “I’m fucking perfect,” he said. “Don’t you have to get going?” “You’re incredible,” Brian told him. He couldn’t believe how good Justin could pretend that everything was fine. The guy had just been in a bar fight, gotten thrown in jail all because he’d been getting drunk to forget about Daphne, yet he could stand in front of him and lie perfectly. “Just go,” Justin said. “If that’s what you want,” Brian told him. Justin muttered something before he turned around and left for his room. “Jesus,” Brian muttered as he walked to the door. He was so angry at Justin for acting like a complete asshole. That was his job, he though. He pushed the blond to the back of his head before he drove home. He would go to bed and pretend like Justin Taylor didn’t exist. *** You will fly and you will crawl God knows even angels fall Brian came out of the backroom and headed for the bar. He threw his arm around Michael’s shoulder and smiled. “You’re having a good time,” his friend said. “Why wouldn’t I?” Brian asked him. “Because he’s moping around,” Michael said nodding towards the blond. “Did you guys split up?” The brunet sighed and shook his head. “We had nothing so there is no splitting up of sorts.” Michael smiled. “Can I have another copy of your keys?” Brian sighed. “I’ll ask Justin for them later.” “Do it now,” Michael said. “Please.” “Fine,” the brunet said. “I’ll be right back.” Brian took Michael’s beer and walked over to where Justin was nursing a drink. He unconsciously licked his lips as he looked at the man. Justin was wearing a pair of black, leather pants with his boots and a white and black shirt with only the three buttons at the bottom done. His hair was styled back but a strand managed to make it into Justin’s face. He was wearing a necklace that could very much so double as a collar. “Slayer is getting bigger,” Brian said smirking as he stood next to the younger man. “Fuck you,” Justin said. “You kidnapped my dog.” “Tell it to the authorities,” the brunet told him smirking. Justin chuckled. “Like they are any help, you dognapper.” “Aw, your recent brush with the law has made you a cynic,” Brian said smiling. Justin pulled his drink to his lips and took a sip. “What do you want, Brian?” “Just to make sure you still can drive home,” Brian said. “So you don’t get in any trouble with the law and end up calling me.” “How nice of you,” Justin muttered. “I do have a life,” Brian told him. “I don’t want to have to be dragging you out of jail each time.” “Brian,” Michael said coming towards them. “What is taking you so long? Did you get my keys?” Justin smirked as he stepped in front of the man. “Nice shiner,” he said sticking his finger into Michael’s tender flesh. “Brian!” Michael yelled. “Justin,” Brian said pulling the blond towards him by the waist. “Leave Mikey alone.” “Your keys…” Justin said. “Oh, I gave it to a guy to make copies for everyone. Maybe they will get you one.” “You did what?” Michael asked. “Why would you do that?” "I was only thinking of Brian," Justin said smiling. "That way they can all line up get comfortable and wait for Brian to come home and fuck them." Michael arched a brow. Brian wanted to burst out laughing by the look on his best friend's face but he managed to control himself. “Oh,” Justin said. “That guy!” he said pointing up at the catwalk. “That’s him. He gave me twenty bucks.” “You can’t do that,” Michael yelled. “Brain, you have to change your locks.” Brian looked heaven ward and shook his head. Michael took off in the direction of the guy that Justin had pointed to. “Is he really that intelligent?” Justin asked. “Please tell me he’s just going along with me.” “You’re a bad boy,” Brian whispered over Justin’s ear. Justin felt himself getting hard. He turned around and inhaled Brian’s unique scent. “I have to go.” “You can barely stand,” Brian told him. Justin laughed. “What are you going to do, Brian? Take me home and tuck me in? Well, now is the time. Maybe you can even feel a cop.” “Fuck you,” Brian hissed. “What?” Justin asked holding on to Brian’s arm. “Like you wouldn’t.” “I’m going to take you home,” Brian said. “Are you going to fuck me?” Justin asked smiling as he got in his toes and got really close to Brian’s face. “This feels like you want to be in my life," the blond said as he grabbed the man's cock. “I don’t want to be anywhere in your fucked up life,” Brian told him. Justin pulled back angered. He sobered somewhat but not completely. “Yeah,” he whispered. Justin himself didn’t want to form part of it. Brian regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth but he wasn’t going to take them back. “I…have…” Justin shook his head and didn’t bother explaining himself to the brunet before he walked away. “Brian,” Michael said. “That guy didn’t know anything about a key. He’s lying.” Brian turned around and asked for a glass of beam. “Are you listening to me?” Michael asked. “Where is Justin?” “He left,” Brian told him. Michael was happy to hear that. “Do you want to dance?” “No,” Brian said. He drank the liquid before he turned around and left. When he got outside he saw Justin standing by his Jeep. He moved closer and saw Justin falling on his knees. He wanted to go help him but he knew he was just going to be pushed away. He sighed and decided to turn away from it all. He couldn’t deal with Justin; he didn’t know how. Justin fell on his knees and blindly tried to reach for his keys on his jacket. He groaned and put a hand in the Jeep to support himself. He stood up slowly and finally got in the car. He opened the window; feeling the cold slap his face was keeping him awake. The blond drove fast and it was a miracle he didn’t end up wrapping the Jeep around a pole or hurting anyone on the way. When he got home he walked to the mini bar and didn’t even bother taking a glass. He walked to the bedroom and got in the bed. He managed to take off his jacket with one hand and then his boots. He grimaced after he took a long swallow from the bottle and moved closer to the night table. He opened the drawer and pulled out two pictures. Then he proceeded to do what he always did. He drank until the faces were a blur and he didn’t remember a thing. He drank until names were a thing of the past and pain wasn’t present in his body; not when he was that intoxicated. Before he lost all consciousness he hoped that it would all be better in the morning because it was getting harder to deal with everything. *** Someone turn me around can I start this again? Now someone turn us around can we start this again? Brian knocked on the door again and waited. He was getting tired of standing outside Justin's door. He looked down at the two German shepherds and sighed. He used the key to the apartment that was still in his possession. Once inside he took the dogs’ chains off and let them experiment around the apartment. He called the blond a few times wondering where Justin was. The man's Jeep was outside. “Justin!” Brian yelled as he stood in the living room. The brunet moved to the kitchen and looked inside the fridge. He frowned not seeing much of anything in there. He closed the door and walked to the bedroom. He opened it and went inside. “What do you want from me?” Justin asked as he sat with his head against the headboard. Brian sighed. “Didn’t you hear me calling?” “I was hoping you would go away,” the blond said as he put his sketchbook down. Brian scoffed. “That’s just great, Justin.” “I believe the question was what do you want from me,” the blond told him as he got off the bed. “I’m going to New York for a few days,” the brunet told him. “I need you to take care of the boys.” Justin smiled. “You brought them here?” Brian nodded. “Okay,” Justin told him. “I’ll do it if I can keep them for a while.” “Two weeks,” Brian said. “A month,” the blond said. Brian sighed and nodded. He moved closer to Justin and grabbed the man by the chin. “What are you on?” “Leave it alone,” Justin said pulling his head away. The brunet sighed wondering what would happen to Justin if he kept on the path he was. He knew that Justin would never pull out of it on his own. And he didn’t know if he was strong enough to help the young man. “Stop thinking,” Justin said smirking. “It’s nothing.” Brian pulled him closer. “It is something.” Justin caressed Brian’s chest. “You smell really good.” The older man arched a brow. When Justin pulled him for a kiss he didn’t fight him. He wrapped his arms around the blond and walked him to the bed. Brian kissed Justin’s neck and they both groaned as their hips aligned themselves. “Fuck me,” Justin hissed when he pulled his head back. “Is that what you want?” Brian asked him. “Yes,” Justin muttered. “Deep inside of me.” There were so many things that Brian could point out at that moment. The fact that they had said they were through in not so many words was one of them. The last few days they had spend them arguing for stupid things and yet Brian preferred to keep kissing the blond that say anything at all. “Take everything off,” Justin groaned as he rubbed against the older man. “Fuck me.” “Where is the lube?” Brian asked as he searched for it. “Condom,” Justin said. Once they were naked Brian put the condom on. “Fuck me like this,” Justin said wrapping his legs around Brian’s hips. “Do it.” “Like this,” Brian said as he positioned himself at the blond’s entrance. Justin threw his head back. “Hard and fast.” Brian entered Justin without lube. “Fuck, you’re so tight.” Justin shut his eyes and moaned. “Make me feel you.” “Is this what you want?” Brian asked and bit the blond’s shoulders hard in different spots. “Yes,” Justin hissed. “Bri,” he whispered. “I can’t feel you.” The brunet started pounding into the younger man without mercy. The more Justin screamed the more he hurt the blond. He scratched Justin’s perfect skin. He took hard bites out of it. He thrust hard and fast inside his lover. Brian came deep inside the blond and the smaller man followed him a few seconds after. The brunet moved away as soon as it was over. Justin stayed there staring at the ceiling. The older man couldn’t believe that he had hurt Justin so much. He had let the younger man’s words get to him. Everything that Justin asked for he gave into. “You can shower if you want,” Justin muttered. Brian reached for his pants. “I’ll do it at the loft.” “Did you bring their food?” Justin asked. “No, you’re going to have to go out and buy them some or go to the loft to get it,” Brian told him. “Are you listening to me?” “Yeah,” Justin said and took a deep breath. He reached for his cigarettes but opted for a joint instead so he opened the drawer in the night table where he kept them. “Are you going to keep doing that?” Brian asked. “You got to be kidding me,” Justin told him. “You, who probably does it more than me.” Brian frowned. “That’s not…that’s not the point,” he ended up saying because it was probably true that he smoked more pot than Justin. “What’s the fucking point, Brian?” Justin asked and scrunched up his face. He wasn’t going to let his emotions get to him and definitely not in front of Brian. Brian sat at the edge of the bed. He knew that Justin still hadn’t let go. He was holding on to Daphne way too hard. “What do you want?” Justin thought about it. “I want…I want…” “What?” Brian asked. “It’s stupid,” the blond said lighting the joint. “Tell me anyways,” Brian said. "Well,” Justin said. “I want to move to a bigger place. I want someone to buy my house in Cali and I want world peace.” The brunet shook his head and got up to get the rest of his clothes. “I want the new Jeep that came out and I want you to stop bothering me all the time,” Justin said and smirked. Brian ignored him. “And I want…” the blond stopped talking. “I want,” he repeated more somberly this time. “I want to feel something different.” The brunet turned around and looked at Justin. “I want impossible things,” Justin said and sat up in the bed. “What do you want to feel?” Brian asked him. “Like before,” Justin told him and took a long hit from the joint. “Before what?” Brian asked. “Everything,” the blond whispered. Brian didn’t know what to say to that. He bent down and took his boots. He stared at Justin and didn’t know how he could help. “I’ll come back for the boys later.” "Right," Justin replied. Brian took a step towards the man but stopped himself. He walked to the door and stopped, wondering if he should say something. He exited the room and went to see his babies one more time before then left the apartment. He wished things hadn't changed either. He would gladly start from the beginning all over again. *** Mama we're all gonna die, Mama we're all gonna die. Stop asking me questions, I'd hate to see you cry, Mama we're all gonna die. Justin opened his eyes and sighed with frustration. Whoever was knocking at his door wasn't leaving. He knew it wasn't Brian because the man was still in New York and if he had come back early he would have used his keys by now. "Justin," Jennifer said when the blond opened the door. "I've been knocking for an hour. I was going to call the cops." "Why?" Justin asked as he stepped to the side so she could come inside. Jennifer sighed as she went inside. “Because,” she said and closed her eyes briefly. “Because I was scared.” “That I killed myself or something?” Justin asked and smirked. “I have my kids to think about.” “Your kids?” Jennifer asked taken aback. “Slayer and Reaper,” Justin said pointed at where the dogs were laying down. Jennifer shook her head. “I’m serious.” “So am I,” Justin told her. “Justin,” Jennifer said and caressed his face. “You need to shave.” Justin shrugged. “When was the last time you left this apartment?” Jennifer asked. “Two days ago,” Justin said. “I had to go buy a few things.” Jennifer bit her lower lip. “When was the last time you ate?” “Mom,” Justin said pulling away from her. “What do you want?” “Are you going to answer me?” she asked crossing her arms. Justin rolled his eyes and started walking away. She followed her son. She wasn’t going to leave until she knew that Justin was okay, which she doubted. “You know that your father and I are worried about you,” she told him. “I bet,” Justin replied. Jennifer walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. She frowned not seeing much in there. That’s when she knew that her boy was going through bad stuff. He loved to eat all the time. She sighed and closed the door. She smiled as the dogs came towards her. She let them sniff her and lick her palm before she focus on the blond yet again. “I could go to the store and get a few things,” she called out to the man. “I’m fine,” Justin said appearing behind her. “Justin,” she said sternly. “Why don’t you come and spend a few days with us.” The blond chuckled. “I’m not a kid.” “You’re my kid,” she pointed out. The blond man shook his head. “I’m not going anywhere. I am perfectly fine. Plus I have a few paintings to finish.” “I heard you’re going to have an exhibition soon,” Jennifer said. “Jasmine told me,” she said having had called the blond’s manager. “That’s good.” “You mean you’ve been calling her to check up on me,” he hissed. “I worry about you,” Jennifer said. “Parents are like that no matter how old their kids are.” “I wouldn’t know,” Justin told her. “My kid died.” Jennifer’s eyes watered. She took a deep breath and controlled her emotions. She walked over to him and grabbed his face. “Baby,” she whispered. “I’m not,” he told her. “What are you doing to yourself?” Jennifer asked. Justin laughed and pushed away from his mother. “Don’t touch me.” Jennifer put a hand to her chest. “I know you’re hurting because of what happened to Daphne,” she said. “Shut up! Shut the fuck up!!” Justin hissed. “I know you’re not okay because of what happened,” Jennifer said knowing it was hard losing people you love. “I know its bringing bad memories too.” Justin shook his head. “Stop it.” “I’m trying to help you,” she told him. “I know how much you loved her.” "She always was there for me mom," Justin said managing to talk without his voice breaking. “And now she’s gone.” “I’m so sorry, baby,” Jennifer said. "She left me like he did," Justin told her. "What?" Jennifer asked surprised. Justin shook his head. "Alfie left. She left. Everyone leaves me." Jennifer felt her tears threatening to burst out. She took a deep breath and a step towards her son before she hugged him tightly. "Maybe I should leave too. Beat everyone to it,” Justin muttered without feeling. "I'm so tired of this bullshit." “Is that what you want?” Jennifer asked as she started crying. “Do you want to die?” The blond pulled back and stared at the floor then at his mother. "Don't we all?" Jennifer put one hand over her heart as the blond walked away from her. She wanted to be able to help him and didn't know where to start. She would do anything for her boy but she didn’t know how to put the pieces back together. Justin needed a lot of help and she knew that if someone offered it her son wouldn't take it and that scared her to death. *** Mama we all go to hell, Mama we all go to hell. It’s really quite pleasant except for the smell, Mama we all go to hell. Brian walked slowly into his childhood house. He looked around and stared at the many people there. Instead of staying around and hearing what they had to say he went up to the second floor. He went into his old room and wasn’t surprised a bit to find that it was turned into some kind of storage room. “Jesus fuck,” he said. “Brian,” Claire said. “What are you doing up here?” Brian sighed. “Reminiscing?” “It’s so awful,” she said. “Daddy’s gone.” “I should cry too,” the brunet told her. “But I bet your tears and mine would be for different reason,” he said and smirked. “Don’t be an asshole, Brian,” Claire said shaking her head and moving away from him. The brunet watched her go and leaned against the wall. He thought how it always had been different between him and his sister. His father had always treated Claire like a little princess and he was the spawn from hell. Brian wished that his father couldn’t get to him even after death. He went back down and went to the kitchen where his mother was having a glass of wine. “There’s always a reason for you to drink, Joan,” he said. She looked at him crossed. “I didn’t see you at the burial.” “I was in the back,” Brian told her. “Didn’t want anyone to actually know I’m part of this family.” “Don’t start,” she told him sternly. Brian sighed and looked at his mother. “How are you paying for everything?” “He had a life insurance,” Joan told him. “That old dog,” Brian muttered. “He shouldn’t have died,” Joan whispered. “Don’t tell me,” Brian said and smiled sardonically. “His gay son should have.” “Don’t speak of that in this house,” Joan told him. “People could hear you.” Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek. He didn’t know why the hell he’d come in the first place. He’d come back from New York to find that his father was dead and he should have gone out to celebrate it. “He was a good man,” Joan informed him. “What about when he hit me all the time?” Brian asked. “Or the fact that he drank like a fish. Better yet, he wanted you to have an abortion.” Joan frowned. “Don’t start. This day is about your father.” “I won’t say anything else,” Brian told her. “Oh wait, so that’s the trick, if you don’t talk about your sins, they don’t exist?” “Stop it already,” Joan said and then took a big gulp from the glass. “Why?” Brian asked. “Afraid that your friends will find out how this house is full of sinners?” Brian asked. “You’re the sinner,” Joan hissed. “How can you Brian?” The brunet smirked. “I do it to make my parents unhappy. I want to pay them back. So, since Jack is already dead I guess you’re the one that’s left.” The woman shook her head. “You have no respect. You think everything is a game. If you’re not going to behave leave my house. Leave me alone and let your father rest in peace.” “In peace?” Brian asked and smirked. “Isn’t dear old dad burning in hell right now?” Joan opened her eyes wide. “Shut up,” she said and looked back towards the living room. “How can you say that?” “That’s where sinners go, mother,” Brian hissed. “He’s there and I’ll end up there too or so you say. That’s where you’ll end for being such a bad mother.” “How dare you,” Joan said and slapped him before she moved away. Brian decided it was time to go. “I imagine you’re Joan’s son,” Father Tom said. He’d heard the last part of Brian and Joan’s conversation. When Brian looked at the man he smirked. About two weeks ago he had fucked the man. He wouldn’t believe it if he wasn’t seeing it with his own eyes. “You’re a priest? Fuck me. My mother might be right about all of us. We’re all sinners.” Tom looked a bit surprised when he realized who Joan’s son was. “You have to be more understanding of people.” “I really don’t,” Brian told him. “It’s not my job to do so.” Tom looked towards the direction where Joan had left. “This has been hard on her.” “Does she know about you?” Brian asked. “I really don’t think so.” Tom got serious. “You would be out of a job by now,” Brian said and leaned closer. “Apparently it’s a sin to like other man.” Tom stepped back. “Brian,” he said. “What?” the brunet asked smirking. “Don’t worry too much. It’s Joan. It’s a sin to breathe the wrong way in her book.” Tom knew that Joan was a complicated woman but she had her faith. “You don’t know her,” Brian said. “Not like I do.” Tom frowned. “I know the woman she presents to the world and the one she really is,” Brian muttered. “I’ll see you father Tom.” “You’re going to come to church?” the father asked. The brunet smirked. “In hell father.” “You think you’re going to hell?” Tom asked. “And me? For our actions?” “By her standards,” Brian said smirking. “You, me and the whole world is going to be burning in flames for all eternity.” Tom shook his head and watched as the brunet left. *** I'm on call, to be there. One and all, to be there. Brian knocked on the door and waited. He smiled when he heard the dogs barking and then the door opened. He got inside before Justin closed the door again. “So what’s up?” Brian asked. “What do you mean?” the blond asked. “You called me,” Brian said. “You called me,” Justin pointed out. Brian shrugged. “I was just letting you know that I was back.” “Okay,” the blond muttered as he went to sit on the sofa. “So,” Brian said. “When I was in New York I saw some of your work.” Justin didn’t really care about that. “Yeah,” he muttered. Brian frowned as he let Slayer sniff him. Reaper had walked back with Justin and lay at his feet. “Why did you call me?” “I was returning your call,” Justin pointed out yet again. Brian smirked. “I left a message telling you what I had to say.” Justin took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Is there something you want?” The brunet moved slowly and sat across the blond. He stared at the coffee table and leaned back in the sofa. “My dad died.” Justin looked up. “When?” “Four days ago,” Brian told him. “His burial was yesterday.” “Did you go?” Justin asked. The brunet nodded. “I didn’t stay long.” Justin stayed quiet. Then out of nowhere he said. “It’s not the same,” he whispered. “Yeah,” Brian agreed. Justin could have told Brian all he felt at that moment. He could have said how much he missed his best friend. How Daphne was such a strong person and he didn’t know how much he depended on her. When he had a problem he could tell her and if she wasn’t there he could leave it on the machine. So even if it was a month later she would call and they would talk about it. The blond could tell Brian how much it hurt because Daphne had been there for him when Alfie died. How she had taken it upon her to be the one to help Justin. How she battled with him every day until he was standing in one piece. He could tell him that if anyone could get him out of his depression or whatever it was it could be Daphne but she wasn’t present. Brian soaked in the silence. There was so much he needed to say but he wouldn’t. It was just not like him to talk about his feelings. He wanted to tell Justin how it hurt that he didn’t have a better father. How it still killed him what his parents had done to him. How he wanted Jack to be alive so he could scream at him and say horrible things that would make Jack wake up and see what he did. The brunet wanted to believe that it could have been different. He needed so badly for someone to tell him that it wasn’t him, that it was his parents that had the problem. But he just got up and went to sit next to the younger man. That’s when Reaper got on the sofa and set his head on Justin’s thigh. Brian smiled and scratched behind his ears. “Hey boy,” Brian said smiling. “They are so big already.” “I know,” Justin told him. “You know that I got them their food and I bought these disposable cameras at the store. I took some pictures and I did a drawing. I think you’re going to like it. I’ll give it to you.” Brian smiled at that. “Make sure to sign it,” the brunet said. “When you get really famous I’ll be able to sell it for a lot of money. Justin smirked and swatted Brian’s chest. “Asshole,” he said playfully. “Where is Slayer?” Brian asked realizing that the other dog had gone missing. “I think he’s in my bedroom,” Justin said. “I’ve been trying to keep him off my bed so every opportunity he gets he hops on it.” The brunet smirked. Reaper barked and got down. “Okay then,” Brian said. “I should probably go.” “Sorry about your father,” Justin said. Brian kept quiet. He really didn’t have anything to say to that. “I’ll come for the dogs tomorrow if you want.” “Okay,” the blond whispered. They stared at each other and both of their eyes reflected the same thing; lust. Brian and Justin both moved towards each other but stopped at the same time. Brian looked to the side while the younger man stared at the floor. "I have to go paint,” Justin whispered. Brian nodded. "Yeah, I have to work on a few things too." Justin got up and started walking towards the door. The brunet followed. “I’ll see you,” Brian said. Justin crossed his arms and nodded. The brunet opened the door and stopped from going out. “Do you remember when I said you should choose jail over me?” The blond nodded. “I didn’t mean that,” Brian informed him. The blond man grinned. "You can call me too," the shorter man said. "If you ever need anything." Brian grinned and nodded before he walked away. Justin smiled and closed the door to his apartment. *** Our lives are made in these small hours, these little wonders, These twists & turns of fate, time falls away, But these small hours, these small hours still remain "What do you want?" Brian asked. "I want a salad with mayonnaise," Gus answered. "What?” Brian asked frowning. “No,” he replied. Gus pouted and stretched his neck to look at the menu his father was looking at. “Is the same one you have,” Brian told him. The four year old boy sighed. “I want a hotdog.” Brian sighed. “How about if you get the same thing that daddy gets?” Gus nodded enthusiastically. “Yeah.” The brunet ended up asking for two turkey sandwiches and let Gus have mayo in his. Their orders arrived soon enough and they started eating. Half way done Gus jumped out of the booth and ran to the door. Brian was going to go after him but then saw that his son had run over to Justin who had entered the diner. He waited as Justin and Gus made it back to where he was sitting down. “Hey,” Justin said. Gus let go of Justin’s hand and sat back where he was. “Are you going to sit with us?” Justin didn’t know what to answer. He looked at Brian. “You can sit,” Brian told him. “I don’t want to interrupt the two of you,” Justin told him. “Sit down,” Brian insisted. The blond sat next to the younger brunet. “You’re getting big, Gus.” Gus smiled and nodded. “You look so much like your father already,” Justin informed him. “Do I?” Gus asked looking at his father. Justin smiled. “Maybe,” Brian teased him. “You should be so lucky to be as good looking as your father.” Gus giggled. “Daddy!” he shrieked. Justin smiled and ordered a plate of fries and a strawberry shake when the waiter came. “Why haven’t I seen you?” Gus asked as he looked at Justin. “You used to come to nana’s house.” The blond smiled. The boy was way too smart. “I’ve been busy.” “Are you busy now?” Gus asked. The blond laughed and shook his head. “My daddy likes you,” Gus said. Justin laughed and looked at Brian. “Does he now?” The brunet rolled his eyes not sure why Gus was even saying that. Gus nodded and stuck a piece of bread in his mouth. “He’s always looking at you,” he pointed out. “Don’t speak with your mouth full,” Brian told him. Gus swallowed quickly. “Do you like my daddy too?” The blond laughed. “Yeah, I like him too.” “You gave him two puppies,” Gus said. “They’re so soft.” Justin smiled as he listened to the boy. His order came pretty soon and Brian and Gus waited for him. Once they were outside the diner Brian invited the blond to go with them to the museum. “You have to hold my hand,” Gus said when they entered the place. “I do?” Justin asked. “Yes,” Gus said. “Mommy and Momma always do. I always get to be in the middle.” Justin couldn’t help but smile widely. “Then I guess that’s how it’s going to be.” Gus was having a ball as they went inside the place. Brian and Justin showed him the two new exhibitions. One was about Indians and the other was about dinosaurs. The boy wouldn’t stop asking questions and Justin and Brian were happy to answer them all. “Where do you want to go next?” Brian asked. “I want to go to the park,” Gus said excitedly. “Can we?” he asked. Brian nodded and picked him up. “Is Justin coming with us?” Gus asked. “Yes he is,” Brian said then he looked at the blond. Justin nodded at that. “We’re going to make a quick stop though,” Brian said. “We have to check on Reaper and Slayer.” Gus nodded and hung on to his father’s neck. “And his Armani collection,” the blond whispered. “I heard that,” Brian muttered. The blond smirked and walked next to the brunet. He got on the car with them. He was stealing glances for Brian every few seconds and trying to pretend like he was talking to Gus or making sure that the boy was okay. Brian knew what was going on and he liked the attention especially because it was from Justin. When they got to the loft Gus had fell asleep. Justin was the one to pick him up and take him upstairs. Brian went inside first to put Slayer and Reaper away because they were always barking when he showed up. He didn’t want them to wake up the little boy. When it was safe Justin came in and Gus was put in Brian’s bed. Then the two of them sat down on the sofa with the beers that Brian had gotten for them. “You’re a great father,” Justin said. Brian stared at Justin. “Thanks,” he said after a few seconds. The blond nodded and looked away and into the screen of the TV. “Thanks,” Brian said again. “For spending time with me and Gus.” “He’s just so adorable,” the blond said. “So you were on this for him only,” the brunet joked. “You got me,” Justin said playing along. Brian wetted his lips and leaned closer. Justin quickly finished his beer. Then he got up from the sofa. He smirked at Brian. “What?” Brian asked. “Admit it,” the man said. “Admit what?” Brian asked arching a brow. “Don’t play dumb,” Justin told him but wouldn’t say what he wanted Brian to admit. The brunet had an amused smile on place. “I’m not psychic.” Justin took two steps closer. He leaned forward and put a hand on the armrest and another on the back of the sofa. Brian threw his head back and Justin moved in closer. Their lips were only centimeters apart. “You want me,” the blond whispered and then smirked. “I see,” Brian muttered. “Is it a lie?” the blond asked playing innocent. “I want you as much as you want me,” Brian told him. The blond moved closer but didn’t kiss the man. He only brushed his lips against Brian’s as he spoke. “Then you want me a lot.” The brunet was more than happy to hear that. Gus started coughing and Justin moved away. They waited to see if the boy had woken up but it didn’t look that way. “I should go,” Justin said and cleared his throat. “Don’t be a stranger.” Brian smirked. He stayed sitting on the sofa as the blond left. Then he threw his head back and sighed. He rearranged his cock in his jeans. He knew that if Gus hadn’t been in the loft Justin and him would have been fucking like animals. He got up and walked to the bedroom. He smiled as he watched his kid sleeping. He wondered if Gus was going to remember that day. He knew that he wasn’t going to forget it anytime soon. He just loved to spend time with his two favorite boys.