Lost Chapter 10 
Michael stormed into Brian’s room. He immediately grabbed up the bag that belonged to the blond and rifled through it. Once he’d exhausted its contents he moved to Brian’s. He had just located a business card when he heard his mother’s voice ring out his target’s name. Michael, gave the card an angry smile then shoved it into his pants pocket and headed down the stairs. 

“You mother fucker!” He yelled shocking all the other members of their family as he launched himself at the blond. Brian reacted quicker stepping in front of Justin blocking him from Michael. 

“Get a grip Mikey.” He warned as he held his friend away. 

“Let go. Do you know what that little shit did?” He challenged. Brian sighed then leveled his gaze on David who was standing a few feet away on the stairs. 

“Yes.” Brian replied softly. “I know what he did and I know why he did it, but something tells me that your husband there gave you a different version.” 

“What the fuck is going on?” Deb asked as she recovered from the shock of watching Michael launch himself so viciously at Justin. 

“Sis.” Vic came up by her side. She turned and he shook his head. He reached for her arm and led her away. 

“I want to know what the hell—“ She argued even as she was being pulled away.

“Leave it to the boys.” He offered. As if on cue the rest of the family made themselves scarce, even though it took every bit of will power they had to break away from what was quickly sizing up to be an interesting drama. 

“You’re a little shit!” Michael hissed coming at Justin again. 

“Let him go.” Justin challenged. “You want a piece of me?” Justin asked. He’d honed many skills living on the streets of New York, fighting was just one of the many. He was sure he could take the older man if given the chance. 

“No.” Brian replied firmly keeping his body between the two men. 

“I had to tell him Justin.” David replied from the stairs. “I told you that I was going to.” 

“What the hell are you talking about?” Justin asked looking around Brian to glare at David. 

“I’m talking about what you lured me into doing as well as the threat that followed.” David seemed so sincere. Brian knew he was full of shit but still he found himself pausing slightly in his resolve. His doubts disappeared with Justin’s next words. 

“You were the one who came on to me, Asshole. You waited until Michael and Brian were out then came after me with your sick threats and false promises.” Justin argued. “He made it about ruining Brian if I didn’t give in.” Justin tried to reason with Michael but reason had never been one of Michael strong suits. 

“You’re a fucking liar and a whore.” Michael spat. 

“Michael.” Brian warned again. “Justin didn’t come on to you husband.” 

“There you go again. You always take his side.” Michael turned his anger on his friend. “Why is that Brian? Every time you always come to his defense.”

“Jealous?” Justin shot from over Brian’s left shoulder. 

“Fuck. You.” Michael spat. 

“Not even for the thousand that asshole over there promised me.” Justin replied. 

“Look,” David wanted the argument to end before he found himself painted into a corner. The damage had already been inflicted on Brian and Michael’s relationship. That goal achieved the rest of it was pointless to pursue. “He made a mistake. He’s young. Let’s just chalk it up to experience and move on.” 

Brian considered David’s words. He looked back at Justin realizing that he wasn’t about to let things go. 

“So you’re saying he forced you?” Brian asked. David glared at Brian for a long moment. “I mean you only have 60 pounds on him.” 

“I made a mistake.” David offered grimly.

“Two mistakes.” Justin replied. 

“What?” Brian looked back over his shoulder. 

“He fucked me in the bathroom off of the kitchen during the party.” Brian leveled a glare at David. He’d brought Justin here to show him that he was still loved and wanted and instead he’d let the young man walk into the lion’s den. 

“You’re a liar.” Michael spat. 

“Go check the trash. I’m sure his condom is still in it.” Justin replied coolly. 

Michael marched away ready to prove to the world what a liar Justin was. David intercepted him.

“You doubt me?” He asked hurt. “I told you it was only the one time.” Michael glared back at Justin then softened his gaze as he looked at David. 

“You’re right.” He admitted. “I’m sure Justin would say anything right now to save his ass, or what’s left of it after fucking have of New York.” David brought the man into an embrace. Brian heard Justin sigh in frustration. He turned to confront the blond.

“Fuck them.” He spat. “David’s an asshole, that we already knew, and Michael, well, let’s just say he’s been manipulated far too long to see what is happening to him.” Justin nodded. 

“I want him out.” Michael’s voice pulled them back to reality. 

“What?” Brian furrowed his brow. 

“You heard me.” Michael continued. “Get your used up ass upstairs, get your shit and get out of my mom’s condo.” 

“Michael?” Brian began but Justin interrupted him.

“No problem.” He pushed past Brian then giving the other men a wide berth headed up the stairs. 

“How could you take his side like that.” Michael asked his hurt evident. 

“Because he’s telling the truth.” Brian stated earnestly. “You know.” He turned his attention to David. “I brought him here to try to convince him that he had a safe place to go home to, people who cared, and that it wasn’t too late.” He took a few steps toward David who in turn retreated. “But thanks to you I’m back where we started from. No, that’s wrong. I’ve lost ground.” Brian admitted as he too began to head up the steps. 

“Where are you going?” Michael demanded. 

“With him.” Brian replied. Two words that spoke volumes about the history of Brian Kinney and Justin Taylor. 

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Justin wasn’t sure what he should take and what he should leave. He wanted to keep the things that Brian had bought him but it felt wrong. It felt as though he were stealing since Brian had paid for a week and was only getting three days. He heard the door open and knew his time to deliberate was over. 

“If you can just give me a ride to the station I think I have enough to almost get me home.” Justin stated as he finished zipping up his bag. He looked at Brian who was standing against the door. “I’m going to lay low though for a few days. If you could just not tell Hamilton about all of this. He’s already docking me. If he took your refund out of my check I’d lose my apartment and have to move back into one of his.” Justin was back to business as usual. Brian loathed seeing it. 

“Come here.” Brian more demanded than requested. His voice though was soft with sincerity. Justin furrowed his brow but obeyed. Once he was close enough Brian reached out and used the man’s shirt to finish closing the distance between them. Pulling Justin again him he lowered his head until their foreheads were touching. 

“How many times do I have to say this before you will listen?” He asked his tone still soft and kind. “You are NEVER going back to Hamilton. You’re with me now.” Justin pulled back and looked at the man. His eyes were so incredibly blue and vulnerable. Brian felt his heart ache. 

“I can’t risk it Brian. I can’t be hurt again. It’s just too easy for you to throw me away. I won’t survive it next time.” He admitted reaching up to cup Brian’s face. 

“Justin, what more do I have to do? I care. I’m fucked up and will never get this whatever the fuck it is right, but I do care.” He reached up and held the back of Justin’s neck, then kissed him deeply. It was harder every time for Justin to remain detached. He fought the feelings that were once more surfacing. He knew they would be the death of him. How could he ever stop feeling again if he allowed himself to remember how good it had felt to be with Brian? How could he ever convince himself that surviving was enough if he got a glimpse of what it would be like to survive and be with Brian? 

There was a soft knock on the door. Brian broke the kiss. Justin stepped away feeling as though he was sixteen and had just been caught jerking off in his bed. 

Brian opened the door and found Deb waiting on the other side. 

“May I come in?” She asked softly. Brian wasn’t sure if it was a good idea. Before he could make up his mind he heard Justin invite the woman in. She immediately moved to Justin and took him into her arms. “Baby, I’m so sorry. I wish I had known. I wish I had worked harder to find you.” Justin broke the embrace shaking his head at the woman.

“It wasn’t your job.” He replied. 

“Well be that as it may, I care and I believe you. Vic had a long talk with me and I’m not sure how I’m going to get Michael to see the truth, but I wanted you to know that I believe you.” Justin gave her a small smile. 

“It has been good seeing you again Deb.” Justin offered her a small smile. 

“Well, that’s the other part. You two are not leaving.” She demanded throwing a look back at Brian. 

“I really want to.” Justin admitted. 

“You belong here.” Deb offered.

“No, maybe one day I will again but right now it’s all just too hard.” He gave Brian a pleading look to help him explain things to Debbie. 

“We need some time to sort out everything Deb. We can’t do that here.” Brian stated opening the door indicating it was time she left. 

“Well it’s late and they say there is ice on the roads. Wait until morning.” She requested in a demanding tone. 

Brian and Justin exchanged a look before Brian accepted her invitation. 

“Good.” She stated then hugged them both one last time before leaving. 

Justin stared at Brian for a long moment watching him carefully. He couldn’t believe that Brian was choosing him. He was here among his family, with his son, and yet he was willing to go where ever Justin did, just to give them a chance. It moved the blond in a way that nothing ever had. He felt his spirits rise as he realized all those long nights of dreaming, of looking at the crowds for a familiar brunet head, that all those hopes that one day Brian would show up and save him had honestly come true. 

“What?” Brian asked as he made his way over to his bags to start packing. 

“Come here.” Justin replied softly. Brian glanced up and met Justin’s baby blues. He smiled then slowly made his way to the other man. 

Justin kissed him then. It was the first he had initiated. Brian found himself lost in the other man’s touch, the way his teeth nipped and his tongue licked away the sting. When Justin pulled back he was pleased to see that Brian had been affected as much as he had by it. 

“I want you.” Justin whispered. 

“But the doctor—“ Brian confessed.

“Brian.” It was merely his name but the way Justin said it or maybe it was just the way he looked when he said it, but Brian knew that he was being offered a gift. Every good Irish boy knows better than to turn a gift down. Brian nodded slowly then with shaking fingers began working on Justin’s clothing. He felt like an idiot feeling so nervous but somehow he knew something very important was about to happen in his life. 

Within moments, Justin’s clothing was lying at his feet. Brian, still fully clothed, stood before the blond, admiring the man’s sleek form. Justin inched backwards, until he felt his calves push against the bed, he slowly, seductively lowered himself back, moving up until his head was resting against a pillow.

Brian slipped his own clothes off in record time. Once naked, he crawled up and laid himself across Justin. The blond shivered, taking in the feeling of flesh on flesh and though he’d felt this so often of late, finally it was with the person he wanted, not someone who was paying for it.

Brian, supporting his weight on one arm, used his free hand to brush Justin’s hair back, exposing the boy’s bright blue eyes. Brian recalled the doctors warning. Justin needed rest. Although Brian wanted nothing more than to sink his dick into Justin, he didn’t want to cause any more damage… physical or emotional.

“Justin,” Brian began, stroking the blond’s hair again, “maybe we should wait.”

Justin smiled shyly, and reached his hands to Brian’s free one. “I need this, Brian.” Justin said pleadingly as he brought Brian’s hand down his body, using Brian’s large hands to cover his crotch.

“Okay, but nice and slow, right?”

“Nice and slow,” Justin agreed, voice full of lust.

Brian leaned forward and gently placed a single kiss on Justin’s lips before moving down, licking and nipping at Justin’s neck. Justin’s head tossed back and he began to moan and whimper – it’d been so long since someone had wanted to please him in this manner and he wanted to savor each moment.

Brian pulled back and began to get off the bed. Justin misunderstood and began to object, “Brian I –“

“Shhh… I know, but we need supplies, I’ll be right back.”

Justin nodded eagerly and smiled.

Brian stood, momentarily mesmerized by Justin’s bright smile, certain that he’d never seen one quite that bright and genuine. Brian broke his gaze and rummaged through his jean pocket, retrieving a condom and small packet of lube. He held them up so that Justin could see; the blond’s smile grew impossibly wider as Brian retook his position on the bed.

Brian broke open the lube packet and squirted some onto an index finger. He took a deep breath trying to calm his own nerves. He knew that it was ridiculous to be nervous – he’d fucked thousands of guys more times then he could ever remember, including Justin. But maybe that was the point. He didn’t want to fuck Justin, he wanted more.

Brian smiled and Justin lifted and spread his legs in encouragement. Brian leaned forward and positioned himself between Justin’s legs. Leaning forward, he took the blond’s lips, at first he pushed his tongue in, taking possession of Justin’s mouth, but then he relaxed his assault and allowed Justin to set the pace and take charge. Justin did just that, a he wrapped his arms around Brian and pulled the older man to him, slipping his tongue into Brian’s mouth, exploring the man’s tongue with his own.

Brian moved his lubed index finger below Justin’s ample balls and tentatively ran his finger around the boy’s pucker. Justin took a sharp breath as Brian’s finger slipped into him.

“Are you okay?” Brian asked worriedly, pulling his finger back out.

“Yes, please, more.” Justin managed to mumble as he reclaimed Brian’s lips with his own.

Brian grinned, at least as much as he could with Justin’s tongue down his throat as he slipped his finger back into the blond’s tight and still slightly tender hole. Brian slipped through the outer ring, continued forward and breached the inner ring of muscle. Justin began pushing himself up and down, fucking himself on Brian’s finger.

“Slow,” Brian said.

Justin nodded and continued fucking himself, but at a slightly slower pace. Several moments later, once he was satisfied that he was sufficiently loosened, Justin released Brian’s lips, pulled back slightly and demanded, “Now. I need it now.”

Brian nodded and pulled his finger out of Justin’s ass, and began to tear open a condom. Justin began to flip onto his stomach, but Brian stopped him. “On your back, I want to see you not the back of your head.”

Justin smiled and nodded. Brian finished rolling the condom down his shaft, squirted some lube into the palm of his hand, rubbed it over his latex covered cock and positioned himself at Justin’s entrance, waiting for the blond’s permission.

He didn’t wait long as Justin moaned, “Brian, now!”

Brian adjusted Justin’s legs, resituating them on his shoulders and pushed forward, slowly and steadily until his balls were pushed tightly against Justin’s ass. Justin moaned loudly, as did Brian. Brian knew that this was where he belonged, who he belonged with and he was determined not to let Justin go again.

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“Can I get more pasta?” David asked testing the waters. He received a spray of artic ocean in Deb’s reply. 

“Get it yourself.” Michael furrowed his brow as he protested around the wad of bread he was chewing. 

“Ma, you don’t have to be so rude. David didn’t do anything.” The rest of the table grew curiously silent as the possibility of discovering what the argument had been about was resurrected. 

“Like hell he didn’t.” Deb spat glaring at her son then at his partner. 

“Justin –“

“Is a kid.” Vic jumped in. “A kid who came out and who’s whole fucking world fell apart.” David squirmed uncomfortably. This was not going has he had expected. He hadn’t factored in the ‘Justin Love Factor’. 

“Look, I’m not defending my own actions. I’m just saying he picked up some bad habits on the street.” David offered wishing he hadn’t brought it up. 

“Well that’s what most people have to do in order to survive.” Vic replied challenging the man further. 

“Well all I know is that I would never fucking sell my ass to get by.” Michael spat. 

“Justin sold his ass?” Emmett asked incredulously. 

“Nice going.” Vic chided, amazed at how dense his nephew could be.

“Who the fuck cares if they know? He fucked my partner and all you can think about is Justin. He’s a no good little shit and the sooner Brian sees that and realizes he is just playing him for his money the better off he’ll be.” Michael argued.

“Justin loves Brian.” Lindsay defended the artist. 

“Well he has a funny way of showing it. He stole from him then comes here and takes advantage of the situation trying to make money off of David behind Brian’s back.” Michael yelled.

“Michael.” David sighed. He really didn’t want his name mentioned further.

“You slept with him?” Emmett asked his disgust evident. 

“He seduced him. He blackmailed him.” Michael shot back. 

“How much?” Ted asked earning him glares from all present. “Just curious.” The man replied apologetically. “I mean anyone who managed to bag Brian more than once has to be fairly spectacular in bed.” Ted mumbled sipping his wine and wishing the floor would swallow him. 

“Poor kid,” Melanie sighed. “I can’t believe Brian let that happen to him.”

“Brian went looking for him.” Lindsay defended her friend. “He didn’t find him but he obviously kept looking once he moved up there. I think it’s obvious that he’s trying to help him.” 

“Let’s just drop this.” Vic offered. “I’m sure this is the last thing Justin wanted to have happen so let’s just forget what we know and move on.”

“Fuck that.” Michael glared at his uncle. “I will not just forget about it. That little shit hurt my partner and now he is setting up my BEST friend to be hurt as well. I am not just going to sit here and let that happen.” 

“Leave them alone Michael. This is none of your business.” Deb warned. “Brian shouldn’t have ever thrown that boy out. He has a chance to try to make up for his mistake, so you just stay the fuck out of it.” 

Silence fell over the table as each member tried to wrap their brains around the information they had just learned about Justin and his life in New York. David felt the eyes of various family members sizing him up. If Michael managed to remain estranged from his friend then the risk would be worth it, but if not, David realized he had more than likely inflicted personal damage he could never recover from. 

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Both men lay panting side by side in the bed. Round one had been slow and sensual but round two had been much more physically exhausting. 

“You sure I didn’t hurt you.” Brian panted. Justin shook his head loving the euphoria he was experiencing. He’d forgotten how wonderful it felt after a round of truly great, amazing, mind blowing sex. 

Brian rolled on his side and ran his hand up Justin’s wet stomach. It was covered in both cum and sweat. 

“We need a shower.” He offered. Justin glanced over smiling. He had wonderful memories of showering with Brian. They helped one another up both groaning from their stiffening muscles. 

Stepping under the warm spray Justin sighed and leaned against the tiled wall. 

“This feels wonderful.” He moaned. Brian couldn’t agree more as he began soaping the blonde’s back. They took turns cleaning each other then rinsing one another off. Once they were finished Brian pulled Justin into a lingering kiss. Justin couldn’t help but feel a little concerned about how he would react once all of it ended. Brian felt him tense. 

“What?” He asked meeting the other man’s gaze as he handed him a thick towel. Justin seemed hesitant to reply but finally did. 

“I feel like one of those Wish Foundation kids. This week is my trip to Disneyland.” He looked up, his eyes soft and innocent. Something about the way he looked was so like their first night together. Brian wanted to take him back to the loft and never let him out of his sight again. 

“Justin-“ Brian whispered trying to shut the young man up. He didn’t want to hear any of this. This wasn’t what he wanted Justin to say. 

“No,” Justin stated firmly. “Just like one of those kids, when the trip is over I have to be ready to go back to reality, my reality. I have to be able to go back to my shitty apartment, cold shower and fucked up life.” His voice was firm but filled with sorrow.

“No you don’t.” Brian replied reaching for the blond. “You can stay with me.” He offered.

“That didn’t work before.” Justin replied.

“Things were different before. “ Brian argued. 

“And things are better now?” Justin laughed but there was no humor there. 

“I want you.” Brian admitted. He’d thought it would kill him to say those words but now that he had, he found that it hadn’t been as hard as he’d expected. 

“You have me.” Justin replied. He reached for the brunet kissing him softly. The kiss deepened only slightly before he pulled away. Brian relaxed feeling that maybe he was starting to make some progress with Justin, until Justin finished his thought. “For the week, Brian, I’m all yours.” Brian rolled his lips into his mouth accepting what it was that Justin was saying. He refused to give up so easily. Brian knew that Justin was better than the life he was leading. He deserved more than twenty dollar blow jobs and hundred dollar fucks. 

Brian remembered the boy who had stalked him, bravely faced down his father, taking all the shit Brian had dealt and returned for more. That man was still in there somewhere and Brian was determined to find him. 

“Are you hungry?” Brian asked. Justin gave him a surprised look. Brian smiled and nodded. “We’ll sneak down and grab something. Everyone should be in bed by now.” 

“You think they all know?” Justin asked as he headed back into the bedroom to throw on some pants. 

“Probably. Michael sucks at keeping secrets.” Justin merely nodded. Brian reached for him. “They won’t believe David’s story. They’ll all know you were the victim.” Justin pulled free. 

“Shit, just what I wanted. Poor pathetic little Justin, good thing Brian is taking care of him.” He shook his head. “I’m so sick of it. I feel like such a weak little faggot.” 

“You aren’t.” Brian defended. “There is nothing weak about surviving. You have nothing to apologize for. Now let’s go.” He reached out and gestured for Justin to follow him. Justin gave him a small smile as they crept down the dark hall to the stairs. 

They were almost to the ground floor before Emmett’s voice stopped them. 

“I wonder how Brian found him.” 

“Ordered him and he just happened to show up.” Ted laughed but he did so alone. 

“Makes me feel sick to think what he’s had to endure. “ Melanie jumped in. 

“I just hope he was safe.” Lindsay offered. 

“Oh shit.” Emmett exclaimed. “I never even thought of that. Do you think he’s positive?” 

Brian turned and wasn’t surprised to find that he was standing alone on the stairs. He debated about breaking up the gab session but then decided Justin needed him more. 

He returned to their room to find Justin in bed, lights off, trying to sleep. 

“We’ll leave in the morning.” Brian offered as he slid in behind the smaller man. He was relieved when Justin turned and let him hold him as they both tried to fight off their own demons and find some way to sleep. 


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