A Storm's Gonna Come - Chapter 27 (final chapter)
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None.
Summary: Five years post-513. This story is anti-angst medication. Nothing bad ever happens here (that’s not completely true, but it’s definitely kept to a minimum).
Disclaimer: I’ve read somewhere that, since disclaimers have no legal footing, they’re merely an expression of the author’s guilt. I don’t feel guilty.
Previous chapters:
[Ch 01] [Ch 02] [Ch 03] [Ch 04] [Ch 05] [Ch 06] [Ch 07] [Ch 08] [Ch 09] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15] [Ch 16] [Ch 17] [Ch 18] [Ch 19] [Ch 20] [Ch 21] [Ch 22] [Ch 23] [Ch 24] [Ch 25] [Ch 26]
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
So, here we are. The final chapter. There is one person all my gratitude goes to and that is my beta Silvia, for being patient and amazing and an incredible help and thank you forever and ever. Thanks also to all of you who’ve been reading and coming back every week. You’ve all been so amazing to me; the feedback was overwhelming.
Feedback: Please leave your thoughts.
Present, February 2011
Once every one of their extended family was situated around Deb’s kitchen table, Deb turned towards Brian and Justin with an expectant look on her face.
“Deb, maybe we should have dinner first?” Justin suggested.
“I’m not going to sit through dinner wondering what it is that you and Brian have cooked up.” Deb said resolutely.
“Ma, what’s going on?” Michael asked.
Emmett looked up from Emma who was seated in his lap and took a look around the table, finally resting his gaze on Ted. The accountant squirmed in his seat and Emmett realized whatever it was that was going on, it had to do with Kinnetik. He let his eyes wander back to Brian and Justin, fixing them with the same stare everyone else around the table was throwing their way.
Brian sighed deeply and began. “Kinnetik is expanding. We decided to open a branch in New York City.”
A chorus of cheers and congratulations erupted from the people around the table. Ben and Carl clapped Brian on the shoulder. Emmett was about to jump up and give a celebratory hug when he noticed Michael’s sullen expression and Ted’s uneasiness. When the cheering finally died down, a soberness descended as the people realized the implications of the statement. Michael was the first to speak.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you? You’re going to New York.”
“Yes.” Brian said.
“All of you?” Carl asked.
Brian and Justin both nodded.
“Well, I never thought good news could suck so much.” Deb let herself sink back in her chair with a sullen expression on her face.
“We’re not leaving for good, Deb.” Justin assured her. “Half a year maybe. One at the most.”
“A whole year?” Emmett finally voiced his thoughts. “But the girls-“ He sighed. “They’ll forget all about us.” He finished sadly, squeezing Emma to him.
“We’ll be here every other weekend.” Justin told him.
“You will?” Debbie asked.
“We’ll definitely try.” Brian promised her.
“Baby, why don’t you stay here, with the kids?” Emmett asked Justin.
Brian was quick to answer. “No! It’s either we all go or nobody does. Besides, Justin has some business there to attend to also.”
“What business? Another show?” Debbie demanded to know.
“Not exactly.” Justin replied mysteriously. He tried to suppress the smile that was trying to break out before explaining. “I was offered to do a mural for a new contemporary art museum. For their lobby.” Justin finally let his smile break out full force.
“Wow, Justin, that’s huge.” Ben was the first to recover from the news. “Congratulations. A museum - that’s… wow.”
“Thanks. It’s not like they’re hanging one of my pictures for everyone to see,” he added with an uncharacteristic shy smile, “but it is a museum and it’s gonna be there for as long as the museum exists. So, yeah, that’s pretty cool.”
“Jesus Fuck, Sunshine. I can’t believe it.” Debbie finally found her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“I didn’t know. I was so focused on having my drawings shown, I didn’t think about what the New York art world would think about me abandoning them and apparently the large scale works I’ve became known for.” Justin cringed on the ‘abandoning them’ part. “I didn’t even realize some people would see it that way until that art critic from New York mentioned it to me. So I had a talk with Arianna and she told me she’d see what she could do. I never ever dreamed this would be what she’d come up with.”
“Back with a vengeance.” Brian inserted.
Justin gave him a smile and concluded, “And she only told me this morning. I really had no idea.”
“Our baby’s going to be famous.” Emmett sighed with an expression that one would expect to see on a mother’s face when realizing her children had grown up.
“He already is, Em.” Michael supplied, referring to the rising success of Rage comic books, Justin had no doubt.
“You know what I mean. Soon fans will be wanting an autograph or will camp in front of Britin, hoping to catch a glimpse or a photograph of him.” Everybody had to chuckle at that.
“I don’t think artists have groupies, Em. But thank you.” Justin said.
“They would if they’d all look like you.” Emmett muttered.
“So, when are you leaving?” Drew wanted to know.
“Not too sure yet. A month, maybe. Six weeks tops. The place we leased for Kinnetik is in very good conditions. Aside from a couple dividing walls, there’s not much that needs to be done there, which shouldn’t take more than a couple of weeks. Right, Theodore?”
Ted nodded his head. “The contractors already provided a schedule. Four weeks at the very most.”
“Our place will be furnished in that time, also. A couple of weeks after that, Molly finishes her semester and will be ready to move in.” Brian recounted.
“Molly?” Deb perked up.
“Yes. She’s moving in with us. We’re going to need some help with the twins occasionally and I know that she really won’t mind. She’s actually very happy to do it.”
“But you will still need a day nanny, won’t you? What with you working on the mural and Brian in the new office.” Emmett said.
“Actually, most of the work for the mural I’ll be able to do from home. Since the actual building isn’t done with the renovations yet. I need to have a motif ready. The actual painting job will need to be done in three weeks’ time. That’s how long it will take between the completion and opening. So, most of the time I’ll be able to spend at home.”
Again a silence descended upon the table as the family members contemplated the upcoming changes in their lives until Debbie remembered the tons of Italian food waiting to be devoured and urged everyone to fill their plates.
After the meal, the guests relocated to the living room, some sitting on the sofa or the recliner, others stretching out their legs while sitting on the floor. Alex was lightly napping on Brian’s shoulder while Emma and Emmett entertained the rest of them with their hide-and-seek game. When Justin stood up and excused himself to go up to the bathroom, Michael got up a few moments after and followed him upstairs.
He leaned against the wall across from the bathroom door and waited for Justin to exit.
When the door opened, Justin let out a swear. “Fuck, Michael. You scared the shit out of me.” He took a breath to calm himself.
“Sorry.” Michael grinned impishly. “I just wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me? What for?” The blond asked with a confused look on his face.
“For not letting Brian go by himself. I don’t know if he says it, it’s really none of my business, but just in case that he doesn’t - he really wants you around, needs you around. So, thank you for going with him. For not leaving him. Again.” Michael couldn’t stop himself from adding that last bit.
When understanding dawned on Justin’s face, he looked his partner’s best friend firmly in the eye and said, “Michael, I left many times. But I never left him. Period.” He took a breath. “And I never could.”
Michael gave him a tight smile and nodded once in agreement before stepping around him and entering the bathroom himself. Justin turned towards the stairs but as he made the corner, he almost collided with Brian’s chest.
“What are you doing here?” Justin asked surprised.
“Waiting for you.” Brian responded. He wound an arm around Justin’s shoulders and pressed his lips softly on his temple. “Let’s go home?”
“Yeah.” Justin agreed, wondering how much of the conversation Brian had overheard.
Justin peeked at the rear mirror and adjusted it a little to see Emma and Alex, both strapped into their child safety seats, slowly quieting down and almost falling asleep under the lull of the hushed noise of the car’s engine. Glancing in Brian’s direction, he noticed the older man relaxing into his front seat while rubbing the back of his neck. It was finally over. Well, actually, it was only starting - they had to hire movers to have some of the heavy and bulky stuff packed and moved to New York; there would be meetings with free-lancers; contracts would need to be signed; tons of stuff to do - but in a way, the stress was finally over and live was slowly getting back to its usual crazy routine. They’d found a place, convinced Molly to temporarily move in with them - though, as expected, it was easier than taking candy from a baby - and they’d told the family which for both of them was the task they shied away from the most. Surprisingly, even Jennifer reacted very well to the news, stating that now she’d have one reason more to fly out to the city.
Yes, crazy times lay ahead, but the most important thing for Justin was, that they were finally back on track again; working towards the same goal with no secrets from each other. Justin smiled and couldn’t stifle a happy sigh.
Brian’s head lolled lazily on the headrest towards the blond, a quizzically raised eyebrow in place.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Justin asked, “Hot tub?”
Brian moaned in the back of his throat. “Sunshine, you read my mind.”
They were only a short distance from Britin; Justin could almost see their street through the thick snow that was coming down steadily. The blond slid his hand across the middle console separating the two front seats and rested it on top of Brian’s, his fingers weaving between the other man’s. Brian squeezed them gently in response and turned his head to glance at the twins. They were lazily playing with each other’s fingers, each staring out her side window. Brian smiled and looked at the blond, not uttering a word. Justin returned the look, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a soft smile as he pulled up in their driveway. Oh, yes, they were home.
“Help me get the girls upstairs. While I give them a bath and put them in bed, you can start on the hot tub.” Brian suggested, motioning for Justin to grab Emma.
“Come on, baby girl.” Justin bent down to pick up his daughter.
“No, Daddy.” Emma shook her head. “No baby.”
“Oh, right. My fault. You’re not a baby anymore; you’re a big girl. Sorry.” Justin amended with a deadpan serious expression.
Emma seemed willing to accept the apology and extended her tiny arms towards her daddy to be pulled from the child seat.
Alex looked up into Brian’s face, staring right at him with her huge sky blue eyes. “Ales no baby too. Big’url.”
“Of course, you’re a big girl, too, Sweetheart.” Brian smiled as he followed Justin inside with his precious package safely wrapped in his arms.
In the twins’ nursery, Justin pressed a soft kiss on Brian’s lips and promised to wait for him in their bathroom, with a hot tub ready.
After he left, Brian drew a bath for the girls and made quick work of getting them bed-ready. They were almost asleep by the time he got them into their pajamas and their respective beds. Pressing a last kiss to each forehead, he switched on the blue nightlight and left in search of his blond.
Entering the bathroom, he looked around, but found no sign of his partner. The tub was waiting, steam rising from the water in invitation, and Brian shed all of his clothes, deciding not to wait for Justin. The blond would know where to look for him. He only managed to lower himself into the deep bathtub as Justin emerged in the doorframe, carrying a small tray with candles.
The blond caught Brian’s look and smirked sheepishly. “I like the soft lighting,” he offered as an excuse.
Brian shrugged and watched as Justin went about to place the candles on various surfaces in the bathroom and lighted them before he finally stepped out of his clothes as well and joined Brian in the water.
He sighed in deep content as the warmth surrounded him and he sat back to lean against Brian’s chest, nested comfortably between the brunet’s spread legs. Closing their eyes, they both remained silent for a while and just enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually Brian grabbed a soft sponge and started washing Justin’s chest. Justin’s hands caressed Brian’s knees and thighs around his own hips and sighed quietly as he felt Brian’s erection fill and poke him in the small of his back. After a few minutes, he lifted up slightly so Brian’s cock would slide into his crevice. Justin squirmed a little until the tip of Brian’s hardness was pressing exactly against his entrance. Enjoying the constant pressure on his hole, he leaned back again and resumed the slow stroking, letting his fingers run up and down the length of Brian’s legs.
Brian nibbled lightly on an earlobe while drawing circles around the blond’s navel. He wasn’t in any hurry to speed things up. He felt perfectly content just sitting there in the water, with his partner warm and solid against his chest and in his arms. Justin tensed suddenly, and in the next second, Brian felt him push down, felt the blond’s opening give a little, so the very tip of his cock slid inside just a tiny bit. They both relaxed again until Justin made himself open up more and allowed another fraction of an inch inside his body.
“You want me to get the lube?” Brian murmured quietly in Justin’s ear, already reaching for the oil-based lubricant that they kept handy for whenever they felt the urge to fuck underwater.
“No.” Justin shook his head. “Don’t wanna fuck. Just wanna be close to you.”
He relaxed his body more, taking Brian further inside on each push down, making slow progress; the water surrounding them not making things easier but knowing they had all the time in the world. It took him a few minutes, but eventually all of Brian’s length was imbedded within the artist’s channel, the firm walls gripping tightly and holding the brunet inside. Justin squirmed from side to side a little, finding the perfect spot in Brian’s crotch for his lush bottom. He loved being stuffed full of Brian. He always experienced a sense of wholeness when he could feel himself wrapped snugly around his lover.
“They took it well, don’t you think?” Justin asked.
Brian almost rolled his eyes. Now he wanted to have a meaningful conversation? However, he complied. “Yeah, well, we’re not leaving for good. So, why wouldn’t they?”
Brian burrowed his face into Justin satin-soft strands.
The blond spent the next half an hour recounting all the things they would miss out on while living in New York for the better part of the still new year. “We won’t be there when Linds moves back with Gus,” Justin stated.
“He can come and spend the summer with us in New York. That way, Lindsay would have the time to get settled in. I bet she’d even appreciate us taking care of him for the time it would take her to get everything in order.”
“When did you become the optimist in this family?” Justin asked in jest.
Brian thought back on Michael and Justin’s conversation he overheard earlier that evening and a calming feeling spread through his body warming him from the inside and suddenly he felt something clicking, settling into place. Like a cog in a wheel that’s been grating all these years, had now found its perfect position, making the machinery run smoothly.
He smiled into Justin’s neck and couldn’t resist running the tip of his tongue along the expanse of creamy-white skin. Justin shivered and despite the hot water and the warmth of Brian’s arms around him, his skin erupted in goose bumps. He clenched his muscles involuntarily, almost forgetting that Brian’s cock was still seated deep within him. Brian growled at the pressure working around his hard shaft, making him grow even larger.
Justin felt it; the expanding girth pressing against his walls, stretching him from the inside. He moaned and tried to move, but Brian was simply too big and the friction due to the lack of lube was uncomfortably painful. Justin sat back down again, burrowing his face between Brian’s neck and shoulder. He concentrated on his inner muscles and began to contract them rhythmically. Brian released another groan that rumbled through Justin’s body.
Justin let a hand wander between his own legs, past his own very stiff cock and down to Brian’s balls. Kneading them very carefully in his palm, he continued to work his lover’s erection in time with his stroking.
Brian’s eyes almost rolled back and he grabbed Justin’s chin roughly with one hand and turned his face so he could attack the luscious lips. He slid his tongue into the welcoming cavern, fucking it like he would the blond’s hole. He came like this - still thrusting inside Justin’s mouth, making the blond swallow all his moans and groans while he emptied himself into the artist.
When Justin felt the hot fluid shoot out and pool around Brian’s dick inside his tight channel, he began to writhe, smearing the narrow passage so he could start to move up and down his partner’s hard pole, milking the last drops of orgasm out of him.
When Brian was in control of his limbs again, he wrapped his fist around Justin’s stiffness to bring the blond to completion as well. The moment Justin felt Brian’s hand on his sensitive flesh, he exploded into a myriad of brightly colored shards, sagging against the tall body, holding him safe.
Brian slid closer onto the almost sleeping blond who lay on his stomach atop the blankets and pillows, covering the younger man half with his body, his chest pressed against the creamy skin of Justin’s back, the upper leg molded into Justin’s bent one.
His mind was suddenly assaulted by other nights spent in a similar position. Nights from a long time ago, when Justin would wake up screaming from nightmares and Brian would watch, helpless; Jennifer’s words ringing fresh in his ears, ‘He won't let anyone touch him, won't let anyone near him.’ Nights, where he would learn exactly what Jennifer must have felt like. But there was also the memory of this other night where, instead of turning away from him, Justin reached out for him and pulled him closer until his body covered Justin’s completely. This one night when he found that his body could help Justin, could make him feel safe. Brian realized that these memories had no hold of his mind any longer. The edges were already blurred and the threat they once carried was long gone. These were shadows of the past. They stood no chance against something as bright as Sunshine.
Justin sighed as he felt Brian relax so completely; feeling absolutely and perfectly content with the soft sheets and pillows underneath him and Brian’s warm and pleasantly heavy body above. Every one of Brian’s exhales stroked his ear and neck, making goose bumps appear all over his upper body with a gentle sensation. Brian’s fingers were kneading his scalp and he felt deliciously sleepy and mellow, enjoying the feel of Brian’s knee resting warm against his balls. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life where he had felt more content, or serene. He sighed again - the sound a perfect reflection of his state of mind as he dared to ask the question he now knew the answer to.
“So, you’re still waiting for the storm?” His voice a little muffled by the pillow.
Brian took a moment to think about it. “No.” He finally said, seemingly surprised by his own answer. “The weather’s gonna hold.”
The End.
Brian's and Justin's story continues here:
The Next Best Thing
I also wrote sequels. You'll find them all here, in my fanfiction master post or linked at the end of the ASGC 'verse story after which they, chronologically, belong.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Five years post-513. This story is anti-angst medication. Nothing bad ever happens here (that’s not completely true, but it’s definitely kept to a minimum).
Disclaimer: I’ve read somewhere that, since disclaimers have no legal footing, they’re merely an expression of the author’s guilt. I don’t feel guilty.
Previous chapters:
[Ch 01] [Ch 02] [Ch 03] [Ch 04] [Ch 05] [Ch 06] [Ch 07] [Ch 08] [Ch 09] [Ch 10] [Ch 11] [Ch 12] [Ch 13] [Ch 14] [Ch 15] [Ch 16] [Ch 17] [Ch 18] [Ch 19] [Ch 20] [Ch 21] [Ch 22] [Ch 23] [Ch 24] [Ch 25] [Ch 26]
A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!!
So, here we are. The final chapter. There is one person all my gratitude goes to and that is my beta Silvia, for being patient and amazing and an incredible help and thank you forever and ever. Thanks also to all of you who’ve been reading and coming back every week. You’ve all been so amazing to me; the feedback was overwhelming.
Feedback: Please leave your thoughts.
Present, February 2011
Once every one of their extended family was situated around Deb’s kitchen table, Deb turned towards Brian and Justin with an expectant look on her face.
“Deb, maybe we should have dinner first?” Justin suggested.
“I’m not going to sit through dinner wondering what it is that you and Brian have cooked up.” Deb said resolutely.
“Ma, what’s going on?” Michael asked.
Emmett looked up from Emma who was seated in his lap and took a look around the table, finally resting his gaze on Ted. The accountant squirmed in his seat and Emmett realized whatever it was that was going on, it had to do with Kinnetik. He let his eyes wander back to Brian and Justin, fixing them with the same stare everyone else around the table was throwing their way.
Brian sighed deeply and began. “Kinnetik is expanding. We decided to open a branch in New York City.”
A chorus of cheers and congratulations erupted from the people around the table. Ben and Carl clapped Brian on the shoulder. Emmett was about to jump up and give a celebratory hug when he noticed Michael’s sullen expression and Ted’s uneasiness. When the cheering finally died down, a soberness descended as the people realized the implications of the statement. Michael was the first to speak.
“You’re leaving, aren’t you? You’re going to New York.”
“Yes.” Brian said.
“All of you?” Carl asked.
Brian and Justin both nodded.
“Well, I never thought good news could suck so much.” Deb let herself sink back in her chair with a sullen expression on her face.
“We’re not leaving for good, Deb.” Justin assured her. “Half a year maybe. One at the most.”
“A whole year?” Emmett finally voiced his thoughts. “But the girls-“ He sighed. “They’ll forget all about us.” He finished sadly, squeezing Emma to him.
“We’ll be here every other weekend.” Justin told him.
“You will?” Debbie asked.
“We’ll definitely try.” Brian promised her.
“Baby, why don’t you stay here, with the kids?” Emmett asked Justin.
Brian was quick to answer. “No! It’s either we all go or nobody does. Besides, Justin has some business there to attend to also.”
“What business? Another show?” Debbie demanded to know.
“Not exactly.” Justin replied mysteriously. He tried to suppress the smile that was trying to break out before explaining. “I was offered to do a mural for a new contemporary art museum. For their lobby.” Justin finally let his smile break out full force.
“Wow, Justin, that’s huge.” Ben was the first to recover from the news. “Congratulations. A museum - that’s… wow.”
“Thanks. It’s not like they’re hanging one of my pictures for everyone to see,” he added with an uncharacteristic shy smile, “but it is a museum and it’s gonna be there for as long as the museum exists. So, yeah, that’s pretty cool.”
“Jesus Fuck, Sunshine. I can’t believe it.” Debbie finally found her voice. “Why didn’t you tell us before?”
“I didn’t know. I was so focused on having my drawings shown, I didn’t think about what the New York art world would think about me abandoning them and apparently the large scale works I’ve became known for.” Justin cringed on the ‘abandoning them’ part. “I didn’t even realize some people would see it that way until that art critic from New York mentioned it to me. So I had a talk with Arianna and she told me she’d see what she could do. I never ever dreamed this would be what she’d come up with.”
“Back with a vengeance.” Brian inserted.
Justin gave him a smile and concluded, “And she only told me this morning. I really had no idea.”
“Our baby’s going to be famous.” Emmett sighed with an expression that one would expect to see on a mother’s face when realizing her children had grown up.
“He already is, Em.” Michael supplied, referring to the rising success of Rage comic books, Justin had no doubt.
“You know what I mean. Soon fans will be wanting an autograph or will camp in front of Britin, hoping to catch a glimpse or a photograph of him.” Everybody had to chuckle at that.
“I don’t think artists have groupies, Em. But thank you.” Justin said.
“They would if they’d all look like you.” Emmett muttered.
“So, when are you leaving?” Drew wanted to know.
“Not too sure yet. A month, maybe. Six weeks tops. The place we leased for Kinnetik is in very good conditions. Aside from a couple dividing walls, there’s not much that needs to be done there, which shouldn’t take more than a couple of weeks. Right, Theodore?”
Ted nodded his head. “The contractors already provided a schedule. Four weeks at the very most.”
“Our place will be furnished in that time, also. A couple of weeks after that, Molly finishes her semester and will be ready to move in.” Brian recounted.
“Molly?” Deb perked up.
“Yes. She’s moving in with us. We’re going to need some help with the twins occasionally and I know that she really won’t mind. She’s actually very happy to do it.”
“But you will still need a day nanny, won’t you? What with you working on the mural and Brian in the new office.” Emmett said.
“Actually, most of the work for the mural I’ll be able to do from home. Since the actual building isn’t done with the renovations yet. I need to have a motif ready. The actual painting job will need to be done in three weeks’ time. That’s how long it will take between the completion and opening. So, most of the time I’ll be able to spend at home.”
Again a silence descended upon the table as the family members contemplated the upcoming changes in their lives until Debbie remembered the tons of Italian food waiting to be devoured and urged everyone to fill their plates.
After the meal, the guests relocated to the living room, some sitting on the sofa or the recliner, others stretching out their legs while sitting on the floor. Alex was lightly napping on Brian’s shoulder while Emma and Emmett entertained the rest of them with their hide-and-seek game. When Justin stood up and excused himself to go up to the bathroom, Michael got up a few moments after and followed him upstairs.
He leaned against the wall across from the bathroom door and waited for Justin to exit.
When the door opened, Justin let out a swear. “Fuck, Michael. You scared the shit out of me.” He took a breath to calm himself.
“Sorry.” Michael grinned impishly. “I just wanted to thank you.”
“Thank me? What for?” The blond asked with a confused look on his face.
“For not letting Brian go by himself. I don’t know if he says it, it’s really none of my business, but just in case that he doesn’t - he really wants you around, needs you around. So, thank you for going with him. For not leaving him. Again.” Michael couldn’t stop himself from adding that last bit.
When understanding dawned on Justin’s face, he looked his partner’s best friend firmly in the eye and said, “Michael, I left many times. But I never left him. Period.” He took a breath. “And I never could.”
Michael gave him a tight smile and nodded once in agreement before stepping around him and entering the bathroom himself. Justin turned towards the stairs but as he made the corner, he almost collided with Brian’s chest.
“What are you doing here?” Justin asked surprised.
“Waiting for you.” Brian responded. He wound an arm around Justin’s shoulders and pressed his lips softly on his temple. “Let’s go home?”
“Yeah.” Justin agreed, wondering how much of the conversation Brian had overheard.
Justin peeked at the rear mirror and adjusted it a little to see Emma and Alex, both strapped into their child safety seats, slowly quieting down and almost falling asleep under the lull of the hushed noise of the car’s engine. Glancing in Brian’s direction, he noticed the older man relaxing into his front seat while rubbing the back of his neck. It was finally over. Well, actually, it was only starting - they had to hire movers to have some of the heavy and bulky stuff packed and moved to New York; there would be meetings with free-lancers; contracts would need to be signed; tons of stuff to do - but in a way, the stress was finally over and live was slowly getting back to its usual crazy routine. They’d found a place, convinced Molly to temporarily move in with them - though, as expected, it was easier than taking candy from a baby - and they’d told the family which for both of them was the task they shied away from the most. Surprisingly, even Jennifer reacted very well to the news, stating that now she’d have one reason more to fly out to the city.
Yes, crazy times lay ahead, but the most important thing for Justin was, that they were finally back on track again; working towards the same goal with no secrets from each other. Justin smiled and couldn’t stifle a happy sigh.
Brian’s head lolled lazily on the headrest towards the blond, a quizzically raised eyebrow in place.
Keeping his eyes on the road, Justin asked, “Hot tub?”
Brian moaned in the back of his throat. “Sunshine, you read my mind.”
They were only a short distance from Britin; Justin could almost see their street through the thick snow that was coming down steadily. The blond slid his hand across the middle console separating the two front seats and rested it on top of Brian’s, his fingers weaving between the other man’s. Brian squeezed them gently in response and turned his head to glance at the twins. They were lazily playing with each other’s fingers, each staring out her side window. Brian smiled and looked at the blond, not uttering a word. Justin returned the look, the corners of his mouth pulling up in a soft smile as he pulled up in their driveway. Oh, yes, they were home.
“Help me get the girls upstairs. While I give them a bath and put them in bed, you can start on the hot tub.” Brian suggested, motioning for Justin to grab Emma.
“Come on, baby girl.” Justin bent down to pick up his daughter.
“No, Daddy.” Emma shook her head. “No baby.”
“Oh, right. My fault. You’re not a baby anymore; you’re a big girl. Sorry.” Justin amended with a deadpan serious expression.
Emma seemed willing to accept the apology and extended her tiny arms towards her daddy to be pulled from the child seat.
Alex looked up into Brian’s face, staring right at him with her huge sky blue eyes. “Ales no baby too. Big’url.”
“Of course, you’re a big girl, too, Sweetheart.” Brian smiled as he followed Justin inside with his precious package safely wrapped in his arms.
In the twins’ nursery, Justin pressed a soft kiss on Brian’s lips and promised to wait for him in their bathroom, with a hot tub ready.
After he left, Brian drew a bath for the girls and made quick work of getting them bed-ready. They were almost asleep by the time he got them into their pajamas and their respective beds. Pressing a last kiss to each forehead, he switched on the blue nightlight and left in search of his blond.
Entering the bathroom, he looked around, but found no sign of his partner. The tub was waiting, steam rising from the water in invitation, and Brian shed all of his clothes, deciding not to wait for Justin. The blond would know where to look for him. He only managed to lower himself into the deep bathtub as Justin emerged in the doorframe, carrying a small tray with candles.
The blond caught Brian’s look and smirked sheepishly. “I like the soft lighting,” he offered as an excuse.
Brian shrugged and watched as Justin went about to place the candles on various surfaces in the bathroom and lighted them before he finally stepped out of his clothes as well and joined Brian in the water.
He sighed in deep content as the warmth surrounded him and he sat back to lean against Brian’s chest, nested comfortably between the brunet’s spread legs. Closing their eyes, they both remained silent for a while and just enjoyed each other’s company. Eventually Brian grabbed a soft sponge and started washing Justin’s chest. Justin’s hands caressed Brian’s knees and thighs around his own hips and sighed quietly as he felt Brian’s erection fill and poke him in the small of his back. After a few minutes, he lifted up slightly so Brian’s cock would slide into his crevice. Justin squirmed a little until the tip of Brian’s hardness was pressing exactly against his entrance. Enjoying the constant pressure on his hole, he leaned back again and resumed the slow stroking, letting his fingers run up and down the length of Brian’s legs.
Brian nibbled lightly on an earlobe while drawing circles around the blond’s navel. He wasn’t in any hurry to speed things up. He felt perfectly content just sitting there in the water, with his partner warm and solid against his chest and in his arms. Justin tensed suddenly, and in the next second, Brian felt him push down, felt the blond’s opening give a little, so the very tip of his cock slid inside just a tiny bit. They both relaxed again until Justin made himself open up more and allowed another fraction of an inch inside his body.
“You want me to get the lube?” Brian murmured quietly in Justin’s ear, already reaching for the oil-based lubricant that they kept handy for whenever they felt the urge to fuck underwater.
“No.” Justin shook his head. “Don’t wanna fuck. Just wanna be close to you.”
He relaxed his body more, taking Brian further inside on each push down, making slow progress; the water surrounding them not making things easier but knowing they had all the time in the world. It took him a few minutes, but eventually all of Brian’s length was imbedded within the artist’s channel, the firm walls gripping tightly and holding the brunet inside. Justin squirmed from side to side a little, finding the perfect spot in Brian’s crotch for his lush bottom. He loved being stuffed full of Brian. He always experienced a sense of wholeness when he could feel himself wrapped snugly around his lover.
“They took it well, don’t you think?” Justin asked.
Brian almost rolled his eyes. Now he wanted to have a meaningful conversation? However, he complied. “Yeah, well, we’re not leaving for good. So, why wouldn’t they?”
Brian burrowed his face into Justin satin-soft strands.
The blond spent the next half an hour recounting all the things they would miss out on while living in New York for the better part of the still new year. “We won’t be there when Linds moves back with Gus,” Justin stated.
“He can come and spend the summer with us in New York. That way, Lindsay would have the time to get settled in. I bet she’d even appreciate us taking care of him for the time it would take her to get everything in order.”
“When did you become the optimist in this family?” Justin asked in jest.
Brian thought back on Michael and Justin’s conversation he overheard earlier that evening and a calming feeling spread through his body warming him from the inside and suddenly he felt something clicking, settling into place. Like a cog in a wheel that’s been grating all these years, had now found its perfect position, making the machinery run smoothly.
He smiled into Justin’s neck and couldn’t resist running the tip of his tongue along the expanse of creamy-white skin. Justin shivered and despite the hot water and the warmth of Brian’s arms around him, his skin erupted in goose bumps. He clenched his muscles involuntarily, almost forgetting that Brian’s cock was still seated deep within him. Brian growled at the pressure working around his hard shaft, making him grow even larger.
Justin felt it; the expanding girth pressing against his walls, stretching him from the inside. He moaned and tried to move, but Brian was simply too big and the friction due to the lack of lube was uncomfortably painful. Justin sat back down again, burrowing his face between Brian’s neck and shoulder. He concentrated on his inner muscles and began to contract them rhythmically. Brian released another groan that rumbled through Justin’s body.
Justin let a hand wander between his own legs, past his own very stiff cock and down to Brian’s balls. Kneading them very carefully in his palm, he continued to work his lover’s erection in time with his stroking.
Brian’s eyes almost rolled back and he grabbed Justin’s chin roughly with one hand and turned his face so he could attack the luscious lips. He slid his tongue into the welcoming cavern, fucking it like he would the blond’s hole. He came like this - still thrusting inside Justin’s mouth, making the blond swallow all his moans and groans while he emptied himself into the artist.
When Justin felt the hot fluid shoot out and pool around Brian’s dick inside his tight channel, he began to writhe, smearing the narrow passage so he could start to move up and down his partner’s hard pole, milking the last drops of orgasm out of him.
When Brian was in control of his limbs again, he wrapped his fist around Justin’s stiffness to bring the blond to completion as well. The moment Justin felt Brian’s hand on his sensitive flesh, he exploded into a myriad of brightly colored shards, sagging against the tall body, holding him safe.
Brian slid closer onto the almost sleeping blond who lay on his stomach atop the blankets and pillows, covering the younger man half with his body, his chest pressed against the creamy skin of Justin’s back, the upper leg molded into Justin’s bent one.
His mind was suddenly assaulted by other nights spent in a similar position. Nights from a long time ago, when Justin would wake up screaming from nightmares and Brian would watch, helpless; Jennifer’s words ringing fresh in his ears, ‘He won't let anyone touch him, won't let anyone near him.’ Nights, where he would learn exactly what Jennifer must have felt like. But there was also the memory of this other night where, instead of turning away from him, Justin reached out for him and pulled him closer until his body covered Justin’s completely. This one night when he found that his body could help Justin, could make him feel safe. Brian realized that these memories had no hold of his mind any longer. The edges were already blurred and the threat they once carried was long gone. These were shadows of the past. They stood no chance against something as bright as Sunshine.
Justin sighed as he felt Brian relax so completely; feeling absolutely and perfectly content with the soft sheets and pillows underneath him and Brian’s warm and pleasantly heavy body above. Every one of Brian’s exhales stroked his ear and neck, making goose bumps appear all over his upper body with a gentle sensation. Brian’s fingers were kneading his scalp and he felt deliciously sleepy and mellow, enjoying the feel of Brian’s knee resting warm against his balls. He couldn’t remember a moment in his life where he had felt more content, or serene. He sighed again - the sound a perfect reflection of his state of mind as he dared to ask the question he now knew the answer to.
“So, you’re still waiting for the storm?” His voice a little muffled by the pillow.
Brian took a moment to think about it. “No.” He finally said, seemingly surprised by his own answer. “The weather’s gonna hold.”
The End.
Brian's and Justin's story continues here:
The Next Best Thing
I also wrote sequels. You'll find them all here, in my fanfiction master post or linked at the end of the ASGC 'verse story after which they, chronologically, belong.