It was a couple of hours later, after Justin and Brian had had sex. Brian was laying in his bed, on his back, with Justin's head on his shoulder. The more Brian thought about what Michael had said, the angrier he got.
'Nobody hurts Justin,' he thought surprising himself. Brian grabbed Justin in a hug. After a few minutes, he pulled back and made sure that Justin could see his lips. "Don't let what Michael said bother you. He's an asshole."
Justin gave a small smile. Grabbing a pen and a sheet of paper, he wrote something down, then handed it to Brian.
He sounds like Craig. My father. He always said that I wouldn't never amount to anything. That nobody would ever want a deaf spouse. That the only reason he and mom took care of me was because they had me and it was their obligation, Brian read. brian's hands tightened on the sheet of paper, in anger. How dare Justin's father tell him that?
"Justin, did your father... abuse you?"
After a pause, Justin nodded his head. Brian closed his eyes, trying to calm down. If he ever got a hold of Justin's father... Well, it sure as hell wouldn't be pretty. Craig would regret ever laying a hand on the beautiful blonde.
Making sure that Justin could see his lips, Brian tried to lighten the mood. "Would you be willing to teach me sign language? This way we can talk fast, and be able to save trees," he said indicating the piece of paper that he was holding.
Justin laughed and nodded.
"Great. We can get started later. But, first..." And, with that Brian bent his head, capturing Justin's lips with his. He couldn't get enough of kissing Justin. He couldn't seem to get enough of Justin, period. Nobody had ever made Brian feel the way Justin did. Around Justin, Brian felt like a giddy teenager with his first crush. It was a little freaky, but he also, surprisingly, found that he liked it.
Brian was kissing down Justin's smooth chest when the phone rang. He thought about just ignoring it, but he was afraid that it was something important. reaching over, he grabbed the receiver.
"What?"
"Brian, I need you to come over."
"What the hell? Michael--"
Michael's whine interrupted Brian. "Ben left me. Said I need to figure out what I want. Can you believe that?"
Brian's eyes narrowed. 'Should've let the damn phone keep ringing. He had something important to do. Ravish a certain blonde. He didn't want to listen to Michael whine.
Coldly, he said, "Shut up. Yes, I believe it. Look, Michael, nothing's ever going to happen between us. You might as well realize that. You're my best friend, nothing more. And, right now, you're pissing me off. So, take Ben's advise and try not to fuck up what you have with him." With that, Brian hung up the phone and turned the ringer off.
Seeing Justin's raised eyebrow, he said, "Just Michael. Don't worry about it. Now, where were we?"
Brian chuckled as Justin's hands pushed his head back down to Justin's chest. It seemed like his little blonde twink was ready to get the show on the road.