Transition by Sannea, Chapter 10/12
- Title: Transition
- Author:
sannea - Rating: Lot’s of bad language, more or less explicit sex in some of the chapters, particularly in some of the last ones ;-)
- Timeline: From post 513
- Warnings: Minor Character Death, Brian/Other. Brian’s involvement with other characters, be it emotional or physical might not be to everyone’s taste but this is a BJ-fic and will end accordingly in total fluff for those not bored to death long before they reach it ;-)
- Notes: I owe EVERYTHING about this to
kari77who also made the lovely banner. Without her encouragement and great effort this would have never seen the light of day…all remaining mistakes are mine…especially the grammar ;-) - Disclaimer: I don’t own them, I just can’t help considering that ending to be a non-profit challenge.
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3.1
Chapter 3.2 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6
Chapter 7.1 Chapter 7.2 Chapter 8 Chapter 9
Chapter 10: 30th December 2005, New York City
The door, like the hallway itself, had a worn, nondescript look about it. Brian leaned against the wall next to it, gathering his thoughts before actually knocking. The guy from downstairs should have known better than to let Brian enter behind him, label clothes or not but all in all it looked a fairly decent neighbourhood.
He squinted against the pale fluorescent light from the ceiling and sighed, silently contemplating the scary concept of a young gay artist and an eccentric old lady, grown too afraid to live on her own. On the good side, unlike Daphne’s friend’s couch this seemed a permanent solution and certainly unlike that excuse for a studio in Pittsburgh, spending time here probably didn’t constitute a health hazard. Providing he’d be welcome. Like Jennifer had said, one way to find out, and finding out that Justin was alone in the apartment for another few days while Mrs. Klein was still Christmas visiting had snapped his resolve to wait, so 6 miserable hours on winter roads worth of second guessing his impulsive visit later, Brian reluctantly lifted his hand.
The knock sounded muted against the massiveness of the sturdy front door. He clenched the fist and knocked again, harder. The potential irony of waiting months to gather up the courage to do this and then arrive to find Justin not home was not lost on him. He rubbed at gritty eyes with fingers almost numb from the cold of finding his way from the parking lot blocks away and shook his head. Of all the stupid ways to approach this, he’d promised himself to have a plan and not just rush into things…
The door swung open, interrupting his thoughts.
“Brian!” Justin stood in the doorway illuminated by the soft light coming from antique lamps making the tussled blond hair gleam and casting soft shadows across the folds of what looked suspiciously like Brian’s old sweatpants combined with a woollen sweater.
Justin’s smile widened after the initial surprise.
“Brian,” he called again in a gentler and more breathless voice before stepping forward and kissing him quick and hard on the lips.
“Hey Sunshine,” Brian tried to hide his lower lip between his teeth and fervently hoped his smile didn’t look as tremulous as it felt.
They looked at each other awkwardly and Justin gestured for Brian to follow him through the hallway towards the room on the far left with a door left ajar.
The room seemed almost out of proportion with large windows dominating what was little more than a decent sized bedroom. The effect was enhanced by the furniture lined up along the walls in order to create more space. A single bed, slightly rumpled and strewn with large pillows occupied the length of one wall and to the other side an old scarred desk sagged underneath the clutter of discarded clothes, sketch books and the assorted kind of knick-knacks Justin had a pendant for collecting for no other reason than a pleasing shape or an interesting angle to reflect light.
By the windows a large covered easel reflected itself in the mirrors of a closet, revealing the source of the familiar scents of paint and turpentine mixed with something indefinable and sweeter like the elusive apple cinnamon scent of Kinnetik recently.
“My humble abode,” Justin indicated with a sweeping motion. “Sorry, there’s not much room.”
Brian caught him glancing sideways at the narrow bed and biting his lip. How ironic that he’d defiantly invited Brian into that hovel in Pittsburgh as if it was a penthouse suite and now he looked like he was expecting Brian to flee for the nearest hotel.
“It’s a helluva lot better than what I had at your age,” Brian said laconically.
“Then again I didn’t have your natural talent. Some of us had to work our way up,” he continued ironically, eyes twinkling and searching for some spark of connection before things turned too awkward without the numbing effects of alcohol and what he’d lately come to acknowledge as having been genuine grief the last time they’d met.
Justin remained in the centre of the room, looking like he was still barely suppressing the urge to fidget but at least a tentative smile was forming. His face slowly lit up in a wide disbelieving grin and eyes sparkled as he slowly approached, pressing his hands against Brian’s shoulders.
“I can’t believe, you’re finally here,” he crowed and looked up.
Brian felt the long suppressed need shoot through his body with all the force of a powerful electrical current and reflect itself in Justin’s eyes as they met his. Suddenly, the cold and tired half formed ideas of approach from the trip seemed to seep from his bones and all he wanted was to mindlessly reach out and put his trust in the physical attraction that had always simmered and flared between them.
His hands searched between them and yanked a reluctant zipper down to reveal, warm naked skin beneath the sweater. Bless Justin for his habit of liking the softness directly against his skin, Brian thought and slipped searching fingers inside the sweater and across the solid warmth of his chest.
“They’re cold!” Justin exclaimed, obviously pleased but still looking a little hesitant and despite his age and maturity still so goddamn young in Brian’s mind. He quickly suppressed the feeling of déjà vu and held on, firmly, hands now behind Justin’s back, slowly rubbing to create pleasure and receive warmth.
“They’ll heat up in a minute,” he told Justin calmly, the constricted feel in his chest sending shivers of relief washing through his whole nervous system at the realization that he’d been right. It had only been time after all and coming had been the right decision.
Greyish blue eyes searched his and seemed to connect with the message reflected there.
Suddenly Justin pushed back a little, a challenge forming on his face.
“Why are you here?” he said suddenly, trying to suppress the excited smile.
“Because…,” Brian shrugged mischievously and hid his smile against Justin’s lips as he reached out and gave him a hungry, lingering kiss.
“Say it..!” Justin shoved at his shoulder in a demanding gesture, eyes twinkling as the feeling of déjà vu returned with renewed strength.
“Because… I want to be,” Brian said earnestly, voice breaking involuntarily over the first word. Justin blinked and swallowed before slowly pushing Brian backwards until the back of his knees hit the bed and he let his weight settle down on the soft mess of pillows and duvet.
Justin slowly and deliberately pulled down the tattered sweat pants and opened the remaining few inches of zipper on the sweater all the way down.
Brian felt as if every single drop of blood trickled from his brain and pooled lower as Justin approached and straddled his legs, carefully settling himself and bracing against Brian’s shoulders.
“We have to talk, but that can wait,” he breathed against Brian’s neck and used a hand to arch it back for further inspection. Brian murmured a swallowed yes and leaned further back, revelling in the sensation of soft lips nibbling at the roughened skin of his unshaven neck and cheeks and a tongue lapping gently at the pulse point of his throat.
His own hands took action by pure instinct, frantically pulling at shirt buttons, shrugging out of fabric and reaching around Justin’s legs to get his own pants out of the way.
They both groaned gratefully as Justin’s weight carefully settled against Brian and he started to slowly rock back and forth, creating friction. Brian paused, pants still within reach and fumbled for the lube and condoms he had optimistically stashed there before getting out of the car.
Having readied them both he buried his face against Justin’s neck and panted as he felt the tight warmth of the others body envelop him excruciatingly slowly, inch by inch.
He let him slide back and forth a few times more, feeling the play of muscles from the thighs straddling him until they’d found a rhythm before releasing his grip and cradling Justin’s face in his hands tenderly, stilling the movement.
Brian kissed him almost reverently and whispered, “We’re already talking, can’t you tell?”
“Oh God, I’ve missed you so much,” Justin replied shakily and kissed him back fervently while resuming his motions. “This feels so good,” he continued.
Brian hugged him tighter and slid his hands beneath the firm ass hovering right above his legs, crushing him closer, trying unconsciously to fill up the space belonging only to him. Only it wasn’t enough, he couldn’t get close enough. Justin strained against him, also trying to increase the pressure and the pace.
Lifting him up a little and ignoring the disappointed moan the movement elicited, Brian expertly flexed the muscles in his arm and flipped Justin sideways on the bed, following him down without ever relinquishing his hold. He groaned in satisfaction after thrusting hard and angled the others pelvis for even deeper penetration, practically lifting his lower body off the bed.
Justin arched and moaned, trying to get his legs wrapped around Brian’s waist for better leverage while Brian bent down to kiss him, nearly bending him in half and forcing a groan out of him.
He continued to thrust in an increasingly fast pace until he felt the toes resting against his own calf starting to curl. Brian smiled unconsciously triumphant and slowed his pace until he was barely stroking Justin with the tip of his cock.
Justin moaned his protest, head thrashing against the pillow beneath him and the pale beautiful skin of his throat arching up. Brian caught his breath and smiled as the vision suddenly blurred before him. Of all the beautiful sights in the world…The small hands, alternative petting his shoulders and pulling frantically at his arms finally penetrated the haze he’d drifted into. The low expletive uttered made him laugh outright and reach down, forcibly pulling Justin up against him while his own hand reached between them.
He felt his own world turn a hot throbbing shade of black as he felt the warm spray across his chest.
He collapsed on top of the sweat slicked body beneath him, mentally ignoring the fleeting thought that he aught to move aside to avoid crushing the breath out of Justin who was now smoothing trembling circles across his lower back.
The exhaustion brought on by a long road trip and the after effects of an insomnia he hadn’t quite mastered yet sank its claws into him and he let his eyes drift shut even as he felt fingers reach between them and release rapidly softening flesh.
A sharp jab to the side finally penetrated darkness and his eyes opened reluctantly to the sight of a slightly lifted eyebrow.
“Think you could spare me a bit of air,” Justin breathed with difficulty.
Brian chuckled wearily and blew a breath into Justin’s mouth as he leaned his head down for a kiss. They shifted positions awkwardly on the narrow bed until they lay facing each other, legs still hopelessly tangled.
“So,” Justin began,” here we finally are in New York together.”
He paused and looked at Brian before continuing in an accommodating voice. “Night is still young, anything you fancy doing? Going for a late meal somewhere, clubs, bars?”
Brian lifted his eyebrows suggestively and nudged his hip closer, drawing a chuckle from Justin. “Besides that,” Justin replied with an eye roll.
Brian blinked, trying to gather his tired, scattered thoughts.
“Why don’t we…stay here awhile and cuddle?” he asked saucily with a lazy rumble coming from the back of his throat.
Justin’s eyes widened immediately and he threw a light punch against Brian’s shoulder.
“Don’t even start, you’ll just freak me out again,” he said.
“On the other hand,” he continued, looking closer at Brian’s face, “maybe we should stay here and get some sleep. You look tired.”
Catching the beginnings of an annoyed expression on Brian’s face, he quickly added for good measure, “you’re not getting any younger, you know.”
Brian’s expression turned wry as he sighed and mumbled, “Complaints, nothing but complaints these days.”
A nail scored lightly down across his nipple in a fleeting caress and made him shudder involuntarily before Justin replied. “If it’s any consolation, it’s a testament to your superior skill that in all the hot guys in New York, I haven’t sex that even remotely compares to this in all the time I’ve been here.”
Brian tried to formulate words about the aptitude of flattery but found his exhausted brain unable to process the thought. He settled for leaning forward and rubbing his nose and chin against the sensitive spot, he remembered across Justin’s collarbone.
Justin hugged him close for a moment before wriggling down along his body and pushing him flat onto his back. “So,” he said and pressed the beginning of a series of kisses against Brian’s abdomen, “I’m a little rusty on the finer point of…am I allowed to call it a relationship these days..?” he lifted his head and smiled innocently.
Brian raked fingers through the damp strands of Justin’s hair and tugged gently rather than to punish.
“You see, I was wondering if maybe this could be interpreted as cuddling,” Justin continued and slowly licked a path further down, making Brian arch lazily into his caress.