Tears and Rain Brian couldn’t stand it. Why wasn’t Justin opening the door? Was this the right room? Was he in the shower? Open the door! Why won’t he open the fuckin’ door?! Finally he sees the knob begin to turn and as if the world was operating in slow motion, the door slowly begins to move inward until finally, finally Justin’s face appears in the doorway. Justin’s eyes were somewhat glazed. It was as if he couldn’t decide if the man in front of him was real or a figment of his imagination. Brian’s knees weaken. Oh Fuck, Oh God, he’s okay! “Justin…” He couldn’t believe he was finally here. He finally found him. After everything, he finally found him and he was okay. Justin’s mouth opens to speak, but nothing comes out. Reaching out, he touches Brian’s arm. He’s real… this is real… Brian… Brian is here. The two fall into each other’s arms and it’s at that moment that Justin is finally able to cry the tears he had kept locked inside of himself. Brian holds him tight, never wanting to let him go again. Kicking the door shut behind him, Brian guides him to the bed, never breaking contact. “Justin,” he says again and then nothing more; because what could be said? He hadn’t felt so grateful in his life that Justin was alive and well since the bashing. And he never appreciated him as much as he did in this moment, in his arms. It was as if time had stopped and it was just the two of them. Lying down on the bed, he continues to hold him close, kissing his blonde hair, breathing in his delicious scent. Had it really only been a few days since he disappeared from Vanguard? It felt like eternity, and yet now here they were. Justin’s sobs become louder as he tightens his grip around Brian. It was as if this horrible weight had finally been lifted off his shoulders. He cries for his mother, his father, his uncle Alex, his cousins, his grandparents, and for the uncle he had hoped to find in France. He cries for the future, for his sister, Molly. Lastly, he cries for himself: for losing so much and for the sudden gift of having Brian here with him again. Brian combs Justin’s hair with his fingers, feeling his own tears starting to fall. He had almost lost him. He could have lost him forever. He kisses Justin’s hair once again, wishing he could take the pain away, while knowing that he couldn’t. He couldn’t imagine the loss Justin was feeling. The loss, the fear, the anger… Brian finds himself impressed with Justin’s strength for making it this far. But then again, he always knew Justin was a survivor. Slowly, Justin’s sobs quiet and Brian wonders if the young man in his arms has fallen asleep. Closing his own eyes, he wishes he could go back in time and fix something, anything, in order to make this right for Justin, and for Molly. Sighing, he has a sudden desire to take a shower. Running around through Poitiers, then the drive to Loire, to then Paris and the seemingly forever ride to London… he was exhausted, sweaty and hungry. Smiling suddenly, he remembers when Justin had run away to New York years before, and how he felt when he finally found him. Kissing Justin’s blonde hair, he makes a silent promise to not let Justin get away again. Justin nuzzles in closer against Brian’s throat, breathing in his scent. Yes, it was Brian. This wasn’t a dream. Brian was here with him and he finally felt that it would be okay to sleep. Brushing his lips against Brian’s neck, he murmurs softly, “Brian….” Brian opens his eyes, only to close them again. He gently rubs Justin’s back, lifting the light material over the blonde’s bare skin and lightly tracing his fingertips across Justin’s naked back. Justin sighs. He missed Brian’s touch. He made him feel… real, safe… and… Justin sighs again when Brian’s hands softly moves down to his ass, quietly rubbing circles over his sweatpants. He kisses Brian’s neck once more before nuzzling against his ear and lightly kissing his lobe. He needed this moment, this time, this anything you want to call it, with Brian. Brian slowly rolls over onto his side, gently sliding off his chest and onto the bed. He needed to look at him, to see the face of this young man he traveled across the ocean to find. Justin’s eyes are red from crying and exhaustion, and his cheeks are blotched red from tears, but to Brian he’s simply beautiful. Touching Justin’s cheek, he can’t help but stare. Justin was finally here, in his arms. He leans down, gently kissing Justin’s soft lips. They both sigh in unison as their mouth parts. Brian slowly pushes his tongue past Justin’s lips, feeling the heat and rubbing his tongue against his former lover’s. He wanted more. No, he needed more. He needed to feel Justin, to taste him… Brian needed Justin. “Justin….” He sighs, wanting to say so many things. Justin moans softly under Brian’s mouth, reaching behind Brian’s head and pushing him deeper into the kiss. In need of air, they both regretfully part for a few seconds before engulfing one another’s mouth again. Brian pulls at Justin’s shirt, releasing the kiss only for a moment in order to toss the shirt over his head before doing the same to his own. “Fuck, Justin…” Brian moans as Justin’s lips start to suck down his throat and clavicle before teasing his nipples. “Shiiiiit…” He wraps his arms around Justin, lifting his face up to kiss his mouth and suck on his lower lip. Justin whimpers softly, his body quivering and Brian gently lies him down on his back, kissing his bare chest and licking all the contours of his body as his hands rub down his legs, pulling off Justin’s sweatpants. “Oh God, Brian…” Justin pants. He needed this: he needed Brian. “Please….” In one delicious swoop, Brian engulfs Justin’s cock into his mouth and moans in luscious ecstasy at his taste, his scent, his everything. Reaching down, Justin grabs locks of Brian’s hair, twisting them between his fingers as his hips start to pump forward. “Brian….Brian…” he chants, and it sounds so good in Brian’s ears that he quickly unbuckles his belt and kicks off his own pants, jerking himself off at the same pace he’s using to suck Justin’s cock. Justin tightens his fingers around Brian’s chestnut hair as he tries to hold off cumming as long as he can. Brian can tell he’s close. Slowly sliding Justin’s cock out, he whispers,“I want to taste you…” before deep throating Justin’s dick once again. With a delectable moan, Justin arches his back and cums deep into Brian’s throat. No one moves for a moment. Soon however, Brian slides up against Justin’s thigh, rubbing his hard cock against Justin’s bare skin. “I want…” Kissing Justin’s neck, he murmurs, “I want to be inside you…” Justin moans as Brian continues to kiss down his throat, running his palms across Justin’s heated chest. “I need to feel you, Justin…” Justin moans again, wrapping his arms around Brian’s shoulders, “Do it…please, Brian… I need you… I need you so much it hurts… fuck me…fuck me…” Sliding under Justin’s arms, Brian trails soft kisses down his lover’s stomach as it dawns on him that Justin was more than his lover… he was more than anything Brian thought possible. Brian loved him. Loves him. Finding Justin’s sweetest spot, Brian lightly brushes his tongue across Justin’s asshole before thrusting his tongue deep inside, breathing in deeply. He missed his smell, his taste… fuck, he missed him more than this…he wanted to be closer to Justin, to feel him deeper… Justin whimpers softly, writhing on the bed as he bucks his hips, fucking Brian’s tongue. “Brian….” He moans, unable to stand this feeling. “I need you…please… it fuckin’ hurts…I need you…please…” For a moment, Brian stops, thinking that was actually hurting him, when he realizes that the pain ran deeper. The pain was emptiness, and Brian knew that feeling well. Reaching down to the floor, he snatches his pants and pulls out a condom and small package of lube out of his pocket. It was a habit more than anything else, and he was grateful that he had the supplies in his pocket after all. Justin sighs in relief when he sees his Brian opening the condom wrapper. “Put it on me,” he says softly, his hazel eyes never leaving Justin’s blue ones. Justin reaches out, grazing his fingertips across Brian’s hand before taking the condom and sheathing it over Brian’s long, hard and ready cock. Brian closes his eyes as Justin’s talented fingers slide the condom over him. Opening them once again, he can’t help but smile softly as he stares down at Justin lying on his back below him. He was gorgeous, and his eyes were set only on Brian. Gently lifting Justin’s legs over Brian’s shoulders, they continue to stare at each other for several minutes, wanting to say so much and yet not wanting to risk destroying the moment. Brian slowly rests the tip of his cock against Justin’s pucker, anticipating the delicious and welcoming warmth he was about to feel. Justin gingerly bites at his lower lip, knowing how much it would turn Brian on to watch his teeth graze against his lips. His actions are rewarded by a kiss, and then the deliberate and pushing sensation of Brian slowly sinking his way inside of Justin. Closing his eyes for a moment, Justin moans, tightening his grip against Brian. His lover waits, giving him time to adjust. Soon, Justin’s body relaxes and Brian feels the familiar push from him to urge Brian on. Pulling out, Brian thrusts deep once again, nearly crying out from how fuckin’ good it felt. “Look at me,” Justin whispers, touching Brian’s cheek. Opening his eyes, Brian sees the world through Justin’s orbs as he continues to plunge deeper and farther into him until he’s balls deep before pulling out only to slam back in again. So fuckin’ good…. This is how it should always feel like… And with Justin, it always did. Justin’s eyes dilate and his lips part in a silent pant as he arches his back, pushing his hips forward. The two lovers move to their own personal rhythm that seems to have never left. Soon the slow thrusts quicken and they both know they won’t last much longer. Brian wills himself to hold off until Justin cums, and he quickly begins to jerk him off while Justin sighs and moans underneath him between calling out his name. They both cum simultaneously with a sated cry. Falling against Justin, Brian buries his face against his lover’s neck as he inhales and exhales deeply. Justin closes his eyes, running his fingers down Brian’s moist back as he catches his own breath. If this were really a dream, Justin never wanted to wake up. He can hear Brian say something, but he’s too tired to listen… and slowly, they both succumb to sleep.