Justin woke quickly in a tight embrace. Disoriented, he isn’t sure why his face is wet from tears, and why he was still crying. But a single kiss from Brian brought it all back. Sighing, he gently pushes Brian away and sits up. Brian lies there, holding Justin’s hand. Looking around, Justin asks, “What time is it?” “Almost seven.” Turning to Brian, he asks with concern, “Did you sleep okay? Are you jet lagged?” Brian shakes his head, knowing that Justin was not planning on discussing his recent nightmare with him, at least not yet.“No, I’m fine.” Forcing a smile, Justin nods, “Good. I’m going to hop in the shower,” then adds with a suggestive smile, “Wanna join me?” Sitting up, Brian wipes the tears away from Justin’s cheeks before kissing his lips, “Absofuckinlutely.” Justin chuckles and climbs out of bed to the shower. Brian quickly follows, making a note to himself to pick up a pack of condoms today.

The warm sprays of water feel good against their skins as they lean against one another, deep in thought. “Do you want to talk about it?” Brian asks, running his fingers through Justin’s wet hair. Closing his eyes, Justin sighs, “Not really.” Understanding completely, Brian leans in and kisses his lover’s mouth, “Maybe later?” Smiling softly, Justin agrees, “Later,” and returns to kiss. The two continue to explore each other’s mouths for awhile, until Justin pulls away, commenting, “I missed you.” Brian smiles, licking the water off his lover’s throat, “I missed you too, Sunshine.” Moaning softly, Justin slides down to his knees, kissing Brian’s stomach and nuzzling his face against Brian’s pubes. Brian sighs and leans forward, resting his palms against the shower stall. He had missed feeling Justin’s mouth on him. Before more thoughts can register, Justin swallows Brian’s cock deep into his mouth and Brian moans has he feels his tip reach the hot wetness of Justin’s throat. “Fuck, yeah…” Justin smiles and runs his tongue down Brian’s shaft before plunging the entire phallus down his throat, even deeper than before. Brian quivers, stifling a moan. Re-shifting his stance, he tries to stay up on his legs as Justin’s mouth works its magic on his throbbing cock. Justin’s mouth seemed to have been born to suck cock: his cock. “Shit, Justin….” He loses his train of coherent thought and decides it’s best to just press his lips together before something embarrassing might be said. Justin had a way of doing that to him. Sliding wet fingers across Brian’s thighs, they meet his ass and in one gentle swoop, a finger slides deep into Brian’s tight hole and finds his prostrate, massaging it while his mouth continues to work up and down Brian shaft. Unable to hold off any longer, Brian cums with a heavy moan, pressing his forehead against the stall for added support. Justin slowly slides out and presents Brian with his trademark smile. Brian chuckles softly, unable to do or say much else at this time. Standing up, Justin takes the shampoo and asks softly, “Wash my hair?” Brian nods, knowing full well that Justin could have asked him to swim the English Channel in a lime green sundress and Brian would still have said ‘yes’ at this point. Pouring the shampoo onto his palm, he rubs his hands together before massaging it into Justin’s hair. Sighing, Justin leans against his lover, loving the feel of Brian’s hands against his scalp. He always loved when Brian would wash his hair for him. Eyes still closed, he instinctively rubs his ass against Brian’s cock. Brian reaches for the shower head, running the sprays of water over Justin’s head and watching the shampoo rinse out of his hair and slide down his wet body. Fuck, he’s hot Brian muses to himself as he watches the scene in front of him: Justin’s hands slowly rubbing the soap away from his skin, his eyes closed, his pouty lips so fuckin’ inviting… Putting the shower head back, Brian kisses the nape of Justin’s neck. His hands slowly slide down his lover’s body and fingers snake around Justin’s hard member. “Mmmm.” Brian moans, pumping Justin’s cock into his hand. Justin’s head lolls back as he returns the moan back to him, pressing his ass hard against Brian’s cock. Fuck, how they wished they had a condom. Sliding down onto his knees, Brian continues to work Justin’s cock as his tongue kisses his delicious ass. “Oh God, Brian…” Justin moans, knowing what was about to come. No one rimmed like Brian. Kissing his puckered hole, Brian slowly runs his tongue across the pinkness before letting it dart inside. “Ah!” Justin gasps, pushing his palms against the stall for support as his senses overwhelm him. Brian jerks Justin’s cock in his hand while his tongue fucks his ass, moaning all the while as he thinks how fuckin’ hot Justin is. “Ah…ah…fuck…Brian.. oh…. mmmm…” Justin closes his eyes tightly, panting and moaning as he forces himself not to cum. Not yet…. Not yet… fuckin’ so close… Flicking his tongue against Justin’s sweet spot over and over again, he smiles as he feels Justin’s anal walls tightening and the hot spunk washing over his fingers. Falling down onto his knees, Justin rests against Brian’s chest, his eyes closed. “Fuck, Brian… that was good.” “Just good?” Brian teases. “Shut up, Bri…” Justin chuckles, then adds, “It was incredible. Better?” “Much.” He replies with a laugh. Kissing his forehead, he murmurs, “We should start getting ready. Do you think Molly is up yet?” Justin snuggles against him, resting his head in the crook of Brian’s shoulder and neck. “Doubt it. I can go wake her when breakfast arrives.” He didn’t feel like leaving the bathroom, but knew they would have to face the world sooner or later. “Is Carl meeting us for breakfast?” Brian nods, rubbing Justin’s back. “Yeah. He’ll be happy to see you again.” Justin is silent. He didn’t want to see anyone. He couldn’t help but imagine their expressions of sympathy. He didn’t want their sympathy. Sympathy couldn’t bring his family back! Sympathy couldn’t make his life the way it once was. Noticing the immediate tension in Justin’s body, Brian kisses his head before asking, “Would you rather we cancel breakfast?” Sighing, Justin shakes his head. Avoidance was pointless, he had already learned that lesson in life. Sitting up on his knees, he looks into Brian’s concerned eyes. “I’m okay, Brian. Go finish your shower, I’ll order us some breakfast.” Brian takes his hand, “Stay.” Avoiding his gaze, Justin looks down at the water. “I’m okay.” “I know.” Forcing himself to look up, he repeats, “I’m okay.” Brian nods, repeating, “I know.” He leans against him again, wrapping his arms around him. Brian hugs him back, “What was your dream about?” Justin closes his eyes, feeling the tears burning behind his eyes before spilling down his cheeks. “I… I was in a morgue… I had to identify the bodies…” he takes a deep breath, recalling the detailed imagery of his dream. “Everyone was there… and they were so pale… and their eyes… their eyes were open…but they couldn’t see me because they were dead. And they couldn’t hear me because they were dead… they were there, but they weren’t… they were dead. And I didn’t want to do it. I kept telling the guy there that I couldn’t do this alone… that I couldn’t do it… that I wanted you there with me… because it was too hard to do alone… and then I see you….” He starts to cry openly now, “You were on a table… and you… you were dead too… just like them… they killed you… they killed you, just like they killed them…. You were dead and it was my fault!” “How was that your fault?” Brian asks, trying to keep his voice from wavering as he tightly held Justin in his arms. “Because you loved me.”