Three Little Words
Author's Name: Randysgir_645
Author's Email: eminemsgirl_645@yahoo.com
Warning: Post-510 but before 511
Rating:R/NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters
Author’s Note: I got this idea based on a discussion we were having in the qaf board about the bombing and how Brian must have made a connection between the bombing and the bashing but never was actually talked about on the show.
Summary: Brian links the bombing and the bashing together and brings out all of his guilt and Justin helps him deal with it.
They both were silent on the way to the loft having just gotten back from the police station since Justin needed to make a statement on what had happened. Michael would be fine. Justin is fine and Brian himself is fine but somehow he felt broken. Everything should be fine afterall he had said those three little words that packed a punch when meant and god did he mean them never in his life had he loved someone as much as he loved Justin and now being able to say it a loud should be a relief and it was it’s just he also knew he had said them because he was afraid of losing Justin again.
They reach the loft and although they were both exhausted both mentally and physically they were also restless. Brian attacked Justin’s lips desperately seeking the warmth of his mouth and clung to him like he had earlier tonight. He was expressing with his body now what he had said in words earlier tonight. He felt this was more important than those three little words. They went towards the bed. Justin stripping Brian of his dirt covered clothes and Brian doing the same to Justin with careful determination as if he might hurt Justin if he didn’t go slow. He laid Justin down on the bed admiring him.
That was the problem he was afraid that he’d hurt Justin like he had during the time of the bashing by once again refusing to express his feeling but he had yet this brought out all of the guilt he had felt after bashing.
Kissing Justin softly on the lips and all around his beautiful face and he heard Justin voicing moans of appreciation. Justin’s hands were on his hair pressing Brian’s face more into his making the kiss more satisfying and passionate and intense.
“God I’ve missed this Brian.” Justin moans as Brian kisses and bites his neck.
“So have I and I don’t want to lose you.” Brian stares at him straight in the eyes before going back to leaving marks on his neck and throat.
“You’ve never lost me and I know that the bombing triggered all of that guilt you had buried from the bashing but neither was your fault.” Brian looks away and Justin nudges Brian’s chin to make him look at Justin. Brian’s intense gaze bore into his own eyes.
“Brian none of this is your fault. I went there because I wanted help. You didn’t know some asshole was going to bomb Babylon. You didn’t go because you were selfless once again by donating the club and didn’t want to face the gratitude of everyone but you are NOT responsible for this okay.” Justin says.
“I just feel guilty because you could’ve been hurt again and I wasn’t there to stop it.” Brian replies.
“But I didn’t. Now can you please fuck me.” Justin knows that this conversation isn’t over but for right now all he wants to feel is Brian doing what he does best and that is loving him. Sure he said the words but Justin had already known that a long time ago. It felt nice to finally hear brian say them verbally but it was even better to feel that love.
Brian chuckled as he continued to fill his need of having Justin. He kissed Justin’s chest leaving a trail of bite marks to show the world that Justin was his and nothing could take him away from him. Justin was arching into his caresses and kisses and bites.
Brian lowers himself till he was facing Justin’s penis but bypassed it to leave kisses in his inner thighs making Justin’s cock harder and his own aching hard but he wanted them to enjoy the sensations he was creating.
Justin arches his hips as Brian’s lips and mouth finally find Justin’s dick. Leaving soft kisses on the tip he takes him into his mouth, his tongue licking every inch of dick and gently his teeth grace the shaft creating a mixture between pain and pleasure that makes Justin whimper. Sucking harder and harder allowing the pressure to mount enough to make Justin come deep into Brian’s throat.
Brian kisses Justin sharing with him his own come.
“That was amazing. Now let me thank you.” Justin says already pushing brian back down on the bed.
Just as Brian had done with Justin he leaves a trail of kisses all over Brian’s chest down to his belly button. Reaching Brian’s cock he takes him completely. Licking and swirling and humming around the shaft making Brian slightly arch of the bed. Justin deep throats him and then continues suck harder every time lapping the pre cum bubbling from the tip. Brian can’t hold on any longer and let’s his orgasm follow through and Justin swallows most of it keeping a little to share with Brian who still has his head thrown back and his eyes closed. They kiss greedily Justin sharing with Brian his cum.
Brian’s breathing returns to normal and they stare at each other speaking with their eyes what they aren’t able to say in words.
“Wow that was hot.” Brian finally breaks the silence.
“I love you, Brian so much.” Justin says now that Brian has verbally expressed those feeling he can say it more often now. He’s no fool to think that Brian will become some romantic pseudo straight fag because that’s something he’ll never be. Brian smiles a true genuine smile that he only rarely shares with Justin. Justin thinks it’s amazing what those three little words can do to a person who was denied them all of his childhood.
“Justin about what I said earlier tonight.” Brian smile falters as the memories come sweeping in.
“I know Brian that you meant them and why you said them. It’s okay to express your feeling because you were afraid but you don’t have to be anymore because I’m right here.” Justin kisses him tenderly and Brian deepens it expressing all his feelings into the kiss.
“I do mean them but don’t get used to it all the time because I will never be that type of fag who sings love songs and recites poetry and you know I’m not really into self-analysis so can we put this conservation behind us.” Brian says sitting up in the bed.
“I know brian and I don’t want you to be. We’ll put this conversation behind us if you can stop feeling guilty about the bombing and the bashing. You need to understand that this wasn’t your fault there was you could’ve done. You’re not all powerful and you can’t prevent an asshole from hitting me with a bat or from bombing the club you did what you could do.” Justin replies firmly knowing he has to get this point across or else they would never move on from here. He could see his words sinking into Brian.
“I really was lost without you, wasn’t I?” Brian says smiling again.
“I guess you were, why don’t you show me your gratitude.” Justin seductively whisper it in Brian’s ear.
With that Brian pushes him flat into the mattress and leans into kiss him with a wet sloppy kiss. Justin’s hands land on his hair gripping the light brown hair in a not too tight grip. They are both hard again.
“God, Brian fuck me.” Justin moans as Brian attaches his mouth to Justin’s nipples biting and pulling the skin there only to soothe it with his tongue and kisses.
“Patience.” Brian says licking Justin’s ear. Brian presses his hand on Justin’s hips signaling to lay down on his stomach.
“Ass up in the air. I’m going to rim you Justin and then I’m going to fuck the shit out of you.” Brian orders already gaining his lost confidence. This is his field of expertise it’s where he knows how to express his feelings and right now he has so much pent up love and lust for Justin that this is the best way he knows how to express it.
Justin feels a shiver of exicitement pass through him this is the Brian he knows and loves. The one that is confident, aggravating, loving, commanding, tender, the one he’ll never get enough of. He assume his position and before long he feels a tongue invading his ass. He’s missed this too all these weeks living in his studio apartment he would jerk off to memories of Brian’s tongue doing wonderful and unimagined things to his ass suddenly he forgets why he even left. In the event of a tragedy like a bombing everything else becomes small and petty. Brian’s tongue pushes deeper inside him and Justin finds himself pushing back needing more of the contact.
“God, Brian please fuck me. I need you inside me now.” Justin mumbles into the pillow.
Brian continues though to tongue fuck him making Justin moan and groan. Brian can’t get enough of Justin’s ass or of him really. These few weeks without him have been agony as it always is when they aren’t together. This time Brian thinks it’ll be different because he’s finally said those three little words that mean everything and yet mean nothing if you don’t truly mean them from the heart.
Brian needs to be connected deeper with Justin so he removes his tongue from Justin’s ass and tells him to roll over. Sheathing himself with a condom and spreading lube around his dick and slowly pushes into Justin knowing he probably he hasn’t been bottoming for a trick. Once he’s burried deep inside Justin’s ass he pulls out and then pushes back in letting Justin adjust. Brian set the pace at a slow and torturous pace.
“Brian, faster please.” Justin begs.
Brian gives in and fucks Justin harder and faster on every other stroke he hits Justin’s prostate. Their bodies are pressed together and they’re kissing while their hands explore each other’s body. Justin’s dick pressing against Brian’s stomach.
“I bet I can make you cum without you jerking off.” Brian whispers in Justin’s ear to which Justin raises an eyebrow.
“Bring it on.” Justin says squeezing his ass around Brian’s dick making Brian grunt.
Brian pounds into Justin’s ass pulling out completely only ram back in and hits Justin’s prostate now on every stroke. Justin is writhing and pushing his hips down for more he can’t ever get enough. Justin orgasm hits him hard. He yells brian’s name and shoots all over Brian’s stomach and his own stomach. Justin’s ass squeezes around Brian’s dick. Brian comes hard into the condom. His head is thrown back and his eyes closed lost in riding the wave. Brian lays on top of Justin listening to the sound of his heart slowly returning to normal as so does his. Brian moves to lay next to Justin.
“That was fucking hot.” They say at the same time.
“It’s official I’ve turned into a lesbian.” Brian mocks.
“No you haven’t. You just love me.” Justin grins.
“Yes I do.” Brian says quietly. Sleep is taking over and that restlessness is fading. Brian looks over at the clock and sees that it’s 4 in the morning. He pulls Justin closer to him and he thinks that maybe Justin is right and that none of this is his fault.
“Brian.” Justin murmurs
“Hmm..” Brian whispers against Justin’s head
“You know I’m right so stop thinking and go to sleep.” Justin half yawns his eyes are closed but he knows brian is thinking still about the bombing.
“How do you do that? Know what I’m thinking.” Brian says.
“I know you now let’s go to sleep.”Justin reaffirms himself more so that his head is on Brian’s chest listening his heart.They fall asleep like this. Knowing that is this worth more than three little words.
The End.