"WEAK"
TITLE: "WEAK"
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 :D Lots of love!!!!
TIMELINE: 4 years Post-513.
WORD COUNT: 3667 words.
WARNING: NC-17; Justin is hurt, but nothing crazy.
DISCLAIMER: Brian/Justin and QAF are not my property. They are creations of COWLIP and ShowTime.
SYNOPSIS: Justin got hurt but it was Brian that seemed to be having a hard time dealing with it...
A/N: My qaf_giftxchnge for sodoesrachael who has been really, really patient with me...
Love is always appreciated!
”WEAK”
By Doppelganger
Brian brushed the hair that fell on his forehead. The winter wind hit his face, and as the bitter cold hit his skin, he hurriedly walked to the front of Justin’s apartment building. He didn’t have to call Justin to let him in. He had his own set of keys. Had it since the day Justin got his apartment in New York City about four years ago.
”When you visit...” Justin told him as the blond handed him the keys.
‘When I visit?’ He wanted to reply with his usual sarcastic tone. He held back and with an eyebrow raised, took the keys instead. He’d been using them ever since.
As the front door closed behind him, he had to stop himself from climbing the stairs two steps at a time. He’s there, for fuck’s sake! There was no need to rush now or he’d be the next one someone would be picking up from the floor. He paced himself and was already half-way to Justin’s floor when he realized he could have taken the elevator. He shook his head, where had his brain been lately? He’d been distracted since he received that phone call from Jen two weeks ago...
”No, Jen. I didn’t hear from him today...” The phone call woke him up and his voice was hoarse when he replied.
Why was Jen looking for Justin? And what time was it anyway?
He tried checking the time but his vision was blurry and before he could adjust it, Jen occupied his attention.
Apparently, Justin didn’t make his weekend phone call to Mother Taylor. It was a promise that Justin made to his mother before moving to New York. And it was one that Justin tried to keep. So unless he was in New York too fucking Justin’s brains out, distracting the blond from fulfilling his duty as a good and obedient son, then there must be another good reason...
He rolled his lips in his mouth as he listened to Jen on the other line. Again, his eyes adjusted to the dark trying to catch the time.
“Jen,” he interrupted the rambling woman who was starting to really worry, “We don’t have to call the hospital. He’s fine.” He looked over to his night table, this time finally seeing his alarm clock clearly -- almost midnight. He frowned. “He’s probably just working really late as we speak...Like he always does. He’s a big boy,” (“And pun intended...” he thought..) "He can take care of himself.”
It was as if he said those words not only to Jen but to himself as well. He too, felt uneasy but he tried not to entertain bad thoughts. Jen calmed down. She always did after talking to him. It wasn’t really unusual that Jen called him about Justin. It happened but not too often. And when she did call him, he never really minded. He liked speaking with her (although he’d never admit to it.) It felt like somehow, speaking to her was meeting her in the middle where something was missing. And only meeting there and having that common sentiment with her--
that common someone they both missed, they found something that somehow filled the void. If only temporarily.
**********
He reached Justin’s floor but instead of using his key to open the door, he decided to knock. He heard rustling inside the apartment then realized that Justin shouldn’t be on his feet. He quickly and clumsily fumbled for his keys...
“Dammit,” he muttered when he couldn’t find them. When he finally found the keys in the deepest of his jean pockets, the door opened.
“Brian!” Justin smiled and opened the door widely. Justin didn’t look surprised.
Justin reached his neck with one hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss. He caught a sniff of the freshly showered blond. His senses stirred and his cock gave that deliciously good twitch. His left hand rested on the side of Justin’s face, and without minding the open door, he deepened their kiss which Justin gladly welcomed. His thumb delicately caressed Justin’s cheekbone, as delicately as his tongue flicked the blond’s tongue.
Justin’s sighed loudly and hinted with that familiar ‘frustration’ reminding him where they were. Almost forcing himself to, he let go of Justin and made his way inside the apartment, nonchalantly - as if his hard-on didn’t try to poke out of his Armani jeans.
He caught a devilish smile on the side of Justin’s lips as the blond closed the door. He watched Justin maneuver with his crutch -- closing and locking the door then moving to the living room.
“I supposed you were notified of my visit,” he said and dropped his small duffel bag next to the couch. His eyes fixed on Justin, looking fresh as ever in his white tee and denim jeans. He secretly wished the blond was closer. His fingertips were curious whether Justin felt as good as he smelled. But of course, he already knew the answer to that as he took the chance to touch Justin whenever he could. He had had Justin so many times that the blond had left his imprint on him. And whenever they touched, he instantly knew what was going to happen next -- how it would smell, how it would feel. And instantly, he knew what to do... Which was nothing new to what he and Justin had done before... With these thoughts, he was again reminded how different Justin was from everybody he’d ever been with. The fact that he’d had the blond more than he had allowed himself to have another person only made him want to have the artist again and again and again.
But why? Maybe it was the fact that he knew how it was with Justin. He knew how fucking good it was - the feel, the smell, the sound...Altogether exquisite and exhausting and sometimes painful...It was so good that he wanted to repeat the experience over and over again. Of course, it wasn’t just his body speaking these thoughts, he was aware of that. It was more than lust. Or he wouldn’t travel almost four hundred miles each time to feed his needs...
“Didn’t have to be...” the smile was wiped off Justin’s lips but Brian noticed the sparkle in the blond’s eyes.
His eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
He felt Justin’s eyes on him. And under his skin.
“I hoped that you’d come...”
He bit his lower lip.
“I knew you would come...” Justin shrugged his shoulders and stood not far from the couch. “Even if you never called...”
He swallowed, “I-”
“You’ve been busy,” Justin cut him off before he could finish.
“Yes....” He nodded. But the funny thing was he was going to tell Justin he was sorry for not calling. Because he really was.
Justin eyed him, “I know...”
Of course... He didn’t have to say it. Justin knew exactly what he meant. He didn’t know which was harder to deal with. Not calling Justin or the fact that Justin knew him so well.
This pitiful sensation in the bottom of his stomach beat sensationally. Making him feel this sinking -- sinking feeling as if he was lost. But he wasn’t afraid.
“Well, you know how it is in Pittsburgh,” he bit his lower lip once again, finding out that his lust never faded, instead it was intensified by his vulnerability as he stood before Justin.
“Yeah,” this time Justin smiled, “Glorious Pittsburgh.” And they understood each other.
“So,” he unzipped his black leather jacket and hung it behind the door before seating himself on the couch. He eyed the hidden cast on Justin’s right foot. “What’s the damage?” He, of course, knew all about Justin’s accident. He found out two hours later, the same night Jen called. Jen informed him that Justin was carrying boxes up the stairs to his apartment when Justin took a wrong step and broke an ankle.
“Why the fuck didn’t you take the elevator?” He blurted out, more worried than Jen had ever been. It was too late to hold himself back.
“Brian, I didn’t think to,” he almost could see Jen giving him the eye.
He called Justin the following day and made sure the blond was okay. Everybody in Pittsburgh, of course, knew what happened as they gave Brian the ‘sorry’ look whenever he went to the diner.
“Are you gonna see him? Is everything okay? When are you leaving? How long are you gonna be gone? Is he home or at the hospital?”
“He broke his fucking ankle. He’s not dying.” He had to snap at Theodore and Michael a couple of times. Maybe he was being a dick but he found it hard to picture Justin at the hospital.
He attempted to again call Justin since the last time he called but he didn’t know what to say...
What could he say?
He struggled so he left it at that.
The whole time he had this heavy load sitting on his chest...
**********
“See for yourself,” Justin slowly moved to the living room and once standing in front of him, the blond raised his right foot, almost falling on his ass in the process.
“Sit the fuck the down,” He snapped and quickly got up and sat Justin on the couch. The blond just gave him a smile.
He sat on the other end of the couch then picked Justin’s right foot up, placing it on his knee. He was aware the blond was watching him closely but he didn’t look up. He held Justin’s ankle carefully and felt the cast under the jeans.
“How does it feel?” He asked and waited for a reply before rolling the leg of Justin’s jeans.
“It feels really sore,” Justin adjusted his position. He then looked up; Justin’s face was contorted as he eyed his own foot.
“Let’s take a look,” he said, gently handling the ankle on his knee. He knew he wouldn’t see anything as the hurt ankle was cast. But he felt the need to see it anyway. After pulling Justin’s jeans’ leg up, enough so he could see the cast, he inspected it. There was no discoloration of any sort although the ankle was noticeably larger than its usual size.
“You’re not supposed to be on your feet. And you have to have it elevated or something like that,” he said. “If you keep walking around on it, it won’t get better.”
“Alright, Dad...” Justin grinned then continued, “Can’t help it... I have work--”
“Fuck the work,” his eyebrows were knotted as he looked up, “You wanna lose an ankle?”
“You’re exaggerating,” Justin chuckled and it was very good to hear, he had to admit.
He again looked down then spoke, “So, what did the doctor say?”
“What?”
He noticed the change in Justin’s tone.
“Didn’t you have a doctor’s appointment today?” He rolled Justin’s jeans leg down. “What did he say?”
“I-- How did you even know?”
With an eyebrow arched he looked at the blond. Justin was no longer smiling and appeared very worried. He frowned slightly. “Apparently, whatever shenanigan you got up to wasn’t a secret on Liberty Avenue. You talked to everybody...”
Except you... Justin’s eyes told him.
He sighed, “So, a week after your accident, everybody kept asking me if you were okay... I guess you stopped calling them and stopped taking their phone calls...” He said this very carefully.
Justin looked down and gently nodded.
“But you always called your Mom... And she told me--”
“Is that why you’re here? Coz my Mom sent you?” Justin attempted to get up. He stopped the blond by putting a little pressure on the young man’s thigh.
“Well, your Mother can be very persuasive... There’s no doubt you’re her son.” He said, staring into Justin’s eyes.
Justin looked confused.
“I wouldn’t fly out here just coz your Mom told me to... I have far more better things to do...” he avoided Justin’s eyes.
“But you’re here...” He knew Justin was smiling.
“Surprise, surprise...” He replied sarcastically.
“Because you want to take care of me,” Justin teased.
“Don’t push it,” he said to the blond who suppressed a grin.
“So, what did your doctor say?” Absentmindedly, his hand ran up and down Justin’s upper ankle.
No response. He felt Justin tense up under his hand. “Justin?”
“...”
He saw Justin swallow. “I--” Justin took a deep breath. “I didn’t go...”
“What! Why not?”
“I--” Justin looked away then looked back, staring him in the eyes. “I didn’t want to go by myself.”
Brian then realized what was going on. Why Justin stopped calling and receiving phone calls from their friends. How didn’t he think of it? How didn’t he realize it right away? He didn’t think that Justin would be scared... He knew he was. And that was what held him back. From calling. From coming right away. It might sound ridiculous but -- yes, this little accident did touch a healed wound. It reminded him of Justin, helpless and weak. He didn’t want to see that; he felt that it would be too much, so he stayed distant. But after a week of hearing virtually nothing from Justin, he began to worry and then contacted Jen... Jen didn’t say much except Justin had been home and that she planned to fly out soon only she couldn’t because Molly had been sick as well. Jen didn’t ask her for anything, but he assured Jen that he would check on Justin. But how? How didn’t he see that if he was scared for Justin that Justin must have been scared out of his mind, too? After all, it was Justin who was experiencing everything. Who had struggled more than anybody to deal with the painful past. And something he couldn’t explain grabbed him from within - the thought of Justin being at the hospital, alone. By himself. Without his mother or friends. Without him.
He swallowed and found his mouth very dry. He licked his lips, reaching for Justin’s face. He gave him a faint smile, “Well, good thing I stopped by...” He said.
Justin smiled this time and attempted to move closer to him but had a hard time doing so. Carefully placing Justin’s right leg down so that it dangled on the side of the couch, he crawled on top of Justin. When they were face to face he kissed the blond’s eyes. Justin raised his head to him, the artist’s full lips brushing the side of his face then kissing his left ear before whispering, “Thank you.” He tilted his head to the side, catching the full lips that whispered to him. His eyes closed as he felt that rush of pleasure course through his body. His hand held Justin’s head, fingers moving to the back of it, entwining in blond locks as their kiss deepened. His lips on Justin’s lips - moving, feeling, tasting.
And as he fed his lust with Justin’s kisses and soft moans, he aimed to make Justin forget. He wanted Justin to have no fear and be assured that he was there... Words cannot -- will never -- express how he wanted Justin safe. At all times. No words would ever express how he felt, so he would deliver it the best way he knew how...
His lips moved to Justin’s delicate neck. He kissed the veins that pulsed on the side of the artist’s neck. Then the hollow that made Justin’s throat. He kissed Justin there, repeatedly, feeling each swallow Justin took. Feeling each moan Justin made. Then he pulled Justin’s white tee over the young man’s head and tossed it on the floor. He quickly took his sweater off, letting it fall on top of Justin’s tee-shirt. He took Justin’s hand, encouraging the blond to touch him. The artist’s fingers touched his chest, his stomach; it felt divine. He imitated Justin but he had more on his mind as he unzipped Justin’s faded jeans. Lifting his buttocks up, Justin helped him carefully take the jeans off then he sat Justin up on the couch, with both legs on the floor this time. He knelt in front of Justin.
“Brian,” Justin called, grasping his hair.
He didn’t say a word. He met Justin’s dreamy blue eyes while he slowly pulled the blond’s length out of his underwear. He groaned upon seeing its glistening tip; a droplet of pre-come oozed from its tip. He licked it off without taking his eyes from Justin’s face. Justin’s mouth parted and let out another moan. The pre-come’s salty taste sat on his tongue, sending a painful sensation to his hard-on. He licked Justin’s head over and over until Justin was begging to be taken completely by his mouth. When he opened his mouth, Justin pushed his cock in without any inhibitions. Justin’s thick cock filled his mouth and he loved every inch of it. He loved how Justin slipped in and out between his lips with ease. The taste, the feel, the sound - all so familiar. His right hand went around the base of Justin’s cock, his thumb caressing Justin’s balls while his fingers tickled Justin’s crisp, dark hair. Justin’s cock hit the roof of his mouth as the young man raised his hips and held his head tighter. Justin no longer had any worry on his face, he noticed. It was replaced with that same want and need he saw whenever they were together. Then he slipped Justin’s dick out of his mouth just to hear Justin moan louder. Justin writhed in frustration and lust. He leaned forward giving Justin’s parted mouth a kiss before standing up. He unzipped his jeans and took them off. Justin’s hands fell on the side of his thighs, pulling him closer. Meanwhile he jerked his own length, running his thumb over his own slit. Justin’s mouth was open, ready to be filled and fucked.
“You want this,” he grabbed Justin’s hair with one hand, pulling the blond closer to his crotch then lustfully rubbed his cock across Justin’s lips.
Justin replied by taking him all in at once.
“Aaaah,” his head fell back and instantly, his knees felt weak. It never failed. Justin’s effect on him was too much to contain. He felt it on his skin, in his bones, throughout his screaming body. For a long time, he tried to fight it but there was no use. And all he could do was give up and surrender. And once he did, he found pleasure.
Pleasure like no other.
Justin vigorously worked his cock; licking, savoring every inch of it and when he thought he was close to the edge, he went down on his knees and positioned himself between Justin’s legs. Fumbling for a condom and lube just like he did with the apartment keys in his jeans’ pocket but he was more patient this time. Justin wasn’t going anywhere. And while he performed the task he always told Justin it was crucial (slipping a condom on), Justin leaned forward, kissing him on the mouth. Gently. Little kisses planted on his lips, the sides of his mouth and chin. It heated him up more. And as he applied the lube on Justin, spreading and stretching the blond wide for him, Justin brushed his ear with a kiss and a whisper that made him smile...
He then impaled Justin, slowly, carefully but he knew soon he would lose control. But looking in Justin’s eyes, he was encouraged to lose control. Justin bit his lips and spread his legs wider for him as he jerked his stiff cock. He felt his own twitch inside Justin... It felt so damn good that it ached...
And soon, he was lost... His heart raced and sweat rolled down his face and chest. Justin’s nails scraped the skin on his ass-- deeper, deeper... It felt as if he didn’t own his body anymore, as if something powerful had taken over it but he let it. Justin covered his face with his hands leaving his cock, oozing, unattended. His hands wrapped around Justin’s length and with their rhythm, he played with it. Hard and thick, Justin’s cock pulsated hungrily within his palm and when he thought Justin was coming, he pulled out and took Justin in his mouth. He sucked it. Licked it and sucked it until Justin was groaning, calling his name. His hands held Justin by the hips, keeping the blond in place who arched his body in pleasure.
“Brian,” Justin’s pleading call was his sign; he slipped the prophylactic off his aching member and held his cock and Justin’s in one hand jerking them in unison. The friction, the sight, the smell, the sound-- it was too much to handle. To prevent a loud groan from escaping his throat, he leaned in and pressed his lips on Justin’s. Justin’s tongue darted in and out of his mouth and that pushed him to the edge so he pressed his body against Justin’s all the more harder... Leaving Justin’s mouth, his lips traced a wet kiss to Justin’s ear... And as they came together, spilling their juices in his hands and spreading some on their chests and stomachs, he whispered, “I love you, too…”
Justin didn’t seem to mind the wetness, the mess that stuck to their bodies... Neither did he... He wrapped his arms around Justin and laid them on the couch, careful not to hurt Justin’s ankle.
“Tomorrow...” Justin started, “I’ll go and see my doctor tomorrow. You’ll go with me, right?”
He planted a kiss on the back of Justin’s neck.
Silence.
“Brian... I’ve been thinking-- And I mean, just until I get better--”
“The house is ready,” his reply was too soon, he realized. “If that’s what you want...”
Justin grinned and faced him, “You so love me...” And started kissing him on the chin.
“Don’t push it,” he rolled his eyes but enjoyed the moment...
FIN-
AUTHOR: doppelgangerqaf
BETAED BY: bigj52 :D Lots of love!!!!
TIMELINE: 4 years Post-513.
WORD COUNT: 3667 words.
WARNING: NC-17; Justin is hurt, but nothing crazy.
DISCLAIMER: Brian/Justin and QAF are not my property. They are creations of COWLIP and ShowTime.
SYNOPSIS: Justin got hurt but it was Brian that seemed to be having a hard time dealing with it...
A/N: My qaf_giftxchnge for sodoesrachael who has been really, really patient with me...
Love is always appreciated!
”WEAK”
By Doppelganger
Brian brushed the hair that fell on his forehead. The winter wind hit his face, and as the bitter cold hit his skin, he hurriedly walked to the front of Justin’s apartment building. He didn’t have to call Justin to let him in. He had his own set of keys. Had it since the day Justin got his apartment in New York City about four years ago.
”When you visit...” Justin told him as the blond handed him the keys.
‘When I visit?’ He wanted to reply with his usual sarcastic tone. He held back and with an eyebrow raised, took the keys instead. He’d been using them ever since.
As the front door closed behind him, he had to stop himself from climbing the stairs two steps at a time. He’s there, for fuck’s sake! There was no need to rush now or he’d be the next one someone would be picking up from the floor. He paced himself and was already half-way to Justin’s floor when he realized he could have taken the elevator. He shook his head, where had his brain been lately? He’d been distracted since he received that phone call from Jen two weeks ago...
”No, Jen. I didn’t hear from him today...” The phone call woke him up and his voice was hoarse when he replied.
Why was Jen looking for Justin? And what time was it anyway?
He tried checking the time but his vision was blurry and before he could adjust it, Jen occupied his attention.
Apparently, Justin didn’t make his weekend phone call to Mother Taylor. It was a promise that Justin made to his mother before moving to New York. And it was one that Justin tried to keep. So unless he was in New York too fucking Justin’s brains out, distracting the blond from fulfilling his duty as a good and obedient son, then there must be another good reason...
He rolled his lips in his mouth as he listened to Jen on the other line. Again, his eyes adjusted to the dark trying to catch the time.
“Jen,” he interrupted the rambling woman who was starting to really worry, “We don’t have to call the hospital. He’s fine.” He looked over to his night table, this time finally seeing his alarm clock clearly -- almost midnight. He frowned. “He’s probably just working really late as we speak...Like he always does. He’s a big boy,” (“And pun intended...” he thought..) "He can take care of himself.”
It was as if he said those words not only to Jen but to himself as well. He too, felt uneasy but he tried not to entertain bad thoughts. Jen calmed down. She always did after talking to him. It wasn’t really unusual that Jen called him about Justin. It happened but not too often. And when she did call him, he never really minded. He liked speaking with her (although he’d never admit to it.) It felt like somehow, speaking to her was meeting her in the middle where something was missing. And only meeting there and having that common sentiment with her--
that common someone they both missed, they found something that somehow filled the void. If only temporarily.
**********
He reached Justin’s floor but instead of using his key to open the door, he decided to knock. He heard rustling inside the apartment then realized that Justin shouldn’t be on his feet. He quickly and clumsily fumbled for his keys...
“Dammit,” he muttered when he couldn’t find them. When he finally found the keys in the deepest of his jean pockets, the door opened.
“Brian!” Justin smiled and opened the door widely. Justin didn’t look surprised.
Justin reached his neck with one hand, pulling him in for a quick kiss. He caught a sniff of the freshly showered blond. His senses stirred and his cock gave that deliciously good twitch. His left hand rested on the side of Justin’s face, and without minding the open door, he deepened their kiss which Justin gladly welcomed. His thumb delicately caressed Justin’s cheekbone, as delicately as his tongue flicked the blond’s tongue.
Justin’s sighed loudly and hinted with that familiar ‘frustration’ reminding him where they were. Almost forcing himself to, he let go of Justin and made his way inside the apartment, nonchalantly - as if his hard-on didn’t try to poke out of his Armani jeans.
He caught a devilish smile on the side of Justin’s lips as the blond closed the door. He watched Justin maneuver with his crutch -- closing and locking the door then moving to the living room.
“I supposed you were notified of my visit,” he said and dropped his small duffel bag next to the couch. His eyes fixed on Justin, looking fresh as ever in his white tee and denim jeans. He secretly wished the blond was closer. His fingertips were curious whether Justin felt as good as he smelled. But of course, he already knew the answer to that as he took the chance to touch Justin whenever he could. He had had Justin so many times that the blond had left his imprint on him. And whenever they touched, he instantly knew what was going to happen next -- how it would smell, how it would feel. And instantly, he knew what to do... Which was nothing new to what he and Justin had done before... With these thoughts, he was again reminded how different Justin was from everybody he’d ever been with. The fact that he’d had the blond more than he had allowed himself to have another person only made him want to have the artist again and again and again.
But why? Maybe it was the fact that he knew how it was with Justin. He knew how fucking good it was - the feel, the smell, the sound...Altogether exquisite and exhausting and sometimes painful...It was so good that he wanted to repeat the experience over and over again. Of course, it wasn’t just his body speaking these thoughts, he was aware of that. It was more than lust. Or he wouldn’t travel almost four hundred miles each time to feed his needs...
“Didn’t have to be...” the smile was wiped off Justin’s lips but Brian noticed the sparkle in the blond’s eyes.
His eyebrow raised. “Oh?”
He felt Justin’s eyes on him. And under his skin.
“I hoped that you’d come...”
He bit his lower lip.
“I knew you would come...” Justin shrugged his shoulders and stood not far from the couch. “Even if you never called...”
He swallowed, “I-”
“You’ve been busy,” Justin cut him off before he could finish.
“Yes....” He nodded. But the funny thing was he was going to tell Justin he was sorry for not calling. Because he really was.
Justin eyed him, “I know...”
Of course... He didn’t have to say it. Justin knew exactly what he meant. He didn’t know which was harder to deal with. Not calling Justin or the fact that Justin knew him so well.
This pitiful sensation in the bottom of his stomach beat sensationally. Making him feel this sinking -- sinking feeling as if he was lost. But he wasn’t afraid.
“Well, you know how it is in Pittsburgh,” he bit his lower lip once again, finding out that his lust never faded, instead it was intensified by his vulnerability as he stood before Justin.
“Yeah,” this time Justin smiled, “Glorious Pittsburgh.” And they understood each other.
“So,” he unzipped his black leather jacket and hung it behind the door before seating himself on the couch. He eyed the hidden cast on Justin’s right foot. “What’s the damage?” He, of course, knew all about Justin’s accident. He found out two hours later, the same night Jen called. Jen informed him that Justin was carrying boxes up the stairs to his apartment when Justin took a wrong step and broke an ankle.
“Why the fuck didn’t you take the elevator?” He blurted out, more worried than Jen had ever been. It was too late to hold himself back.
“Brian, I didn’t think to,” he almost could see Jen giving him the eye.
He called Justin the following day and made sure the blond was okay. Everybody in Pittsburgh, of course, knew what happened as they gave Brian the ‘sorry’ look whenever he went to the diner.
“Are you gonna see him? Is everything okay? When are you leaving? How long are you gonna be gone? Is he home or at the hospital?”
“He broke his fucking ankle. He’s not dying.” He had to snap at Theodore and Michael a couple of times. Maybe he was being a dick but he found it hard to picture Justin at the hospital.
He attempted to again call Justin since the last time he called but he didn’t know what to say...
What could he say?
He struggled so he left it at that.
The whole time he had this heavy load sitting on his chest...
**********
“See for yourself,” Justin slowly moved to the living room and once standing in front of him, the blond raised his right foot, almost falling on his ass in the process.
“Sit the fuck the down,” He snapped and quickly got up and sat Justin on the couch. The blond just gave him a smile.
He sat on the other end of the couch then picked Justin’s right foot up, placing it on his knee. He was aware the blond was watching him closely but he didn’t look up. He held Justin’s ankle carefully and felt the cast under the jeans.
“How does it feel?” He asked and waited for a reply before rolling the leg of Justin’s jeans.
“It feels really sore,” Justin adjusted his position. He then looked up; Justin’s face was contorted as he eyed his own foot.
“Let’s take a look,” he said, gently handling the ankle on his knee. He knew he wouldn’t see anything as the hurt ankle was cast. But he felt the need to see it anyway. After pulling Justin’s jeans’ leg up, enough so he could see the cast, he inspected it. There was no discoloration of any sort although the ankle was noticeably larger than its usual size.
“You’re not supposed to be on your feet. And you have to have it elevated or something like that,” he said. “If you keep walking around on it, it won’t get better.”
“Alright, Dad...” Justin grinned then continued, “Can’t help it... I have work--”
“Fuck the work,” his eyebrows were knotted as he looked up, “You wanna lose an ankle?”
“You’re exaggerating,” Justin chuckled and it was very good to hear, he had to admit.
He again looked down then spoke, “So, what did the doctor say?”
“What?”
He noticed the change in Justin’s tone.
“Didn’t you have a doctor’s appointment today?” He rolled Justin’s jeans leg down. “What did he say?”
“I-- How did you even know?”
With an eyebrow arched he looked at the blond. Justin was no longer smiling and appeared very worried. He frowned slightly. “Apparently, whatever shenanigan you got up to wasn’t a secret on Liberty Avenue. You talked to everybody...”
Except you... Justin’s eyes told him.
He sighed, “So, a week after your accident, everybody kept asking me if you were okay... I guess you stopped calling them and stopped taking their phone calls...” He said this very carefully.
Justin looked down and gently nodded.
“But you always called your Mom... And she told me--”
“Is that why you’re here? Coz my Mom sent you?” Justin attempted to get up. He stopped the blond by putting a little pressure on the young man’s thigh.
“Well, your Mother can be very persuasive... There’s no doubt you’re her son.” He said, staring into Justin’s eyes.
Justin looked confused.
“I wouldn’t fly out here just coz your Mom told me to... I have far more better things to do...” he avoided Justin’s eyes.
“But you’re here...” He knew Justin was smiling.
“Surprise, surprise...” He replied sarcastically.
“Because you want to take care of me,” Justin teased.
“Don’t push it,” he said to the blond who suppressed a grin.
“So, what did your doctor say?” Absentmindedly, his hand ran up and down Justin’s upper ankle.
No response. He felt Justin tense up under his hand. “Justin?”
“...”
He saw Justin swallow. “I--” Justin took a deep breath. “I didn’t go...”
“What! Why not?”
“I--” Justin looked away then looked back, staring him in the eyes. “I didn’t want to go by myself.”
Brian then realized what was going on. Why Justin stopped calling and receiving phone calls from their friends. How didn’t he think of it? How didn’t he realize it right away? He didn’t think that Justin would be scared... He knew he was. And that was what held him back. From calling. From coming right away. It might sound ridiculous but -- yes, this little accident did touch a healed wound. It reminded him of Justin, helpless and weak. He didn’t want to see that; he felt that it would be too much, so he stayed distant. But after a week of hearing virtually nothing from Justin, he began to worry and then contacted Jen... Jen didn’t say much except Justin had been home and that she planned to fly out soon only she couldn’t because Molly had been sick as well. Jen didn’t ask her for anything, but he assured Jen that he would check on Justin. But how? How didn’t he see that if he was scared for Justin that Justin must have been scared out of his mind, too? After all, it was Justin who was experiencing everything. Who had struggled more than anybody to deal with the painful past. And something he couldn’t explain grabbed him from within - the thought of Justin being at the hospital, alone. By himself. Without his mother or friends. Without him.
He swallowed and found his mouth very dry. He licked his lips, reaching for Justin’s face. He gave him a faint smile, “Well, good thing I stopped by...” He said.
Justin smiled this time and attempted to move closer to him but had a hard time doing so. Carefully placing Justin’s right leg down so that it dangled on the side of the couch, he crawled on top of Justin. When they were face to face he kissed the blond’s eyes. Justin raised his head to him, the artist’s full lips brushing the side of his face then kissing his left ear before whispering, “Thank you.” He tilted his head to the side, catching the full lips that whispered to him. His eyes closed as he felt that rush of pleasure course through his body. His hand held Justin’s head, fingers moving to the back of it, entwining in blond locks as their kiss deepened. His lips on Justin’s lips - moving, feeling, tasting.
And as he fed his lust with Justin’s kisses and soft moans, he aimed to make Justin forget. He wanted Justin to have no fear and be assured that he was there... Words cannot -- will never -- express how he wanted Justin safe. At all times. No words would ever express how he felt, so he would deliver it the best way he knew how...
His lips moved to Justin’s delicate neck. He kissed the veins that pulsed on the side of the artist’s neck. Then the hollow that made Justin’s throat. He kissed Justin there, repeatedly, feeling each swallow Justin took. Feeling each moan Justin made. Then he pulled Justin’s white tee over the young man’s head and tossed it on the floor. He quickly took his sweater off, letting it fall on top of Justin’s tee-shirt. He took Justin’s hand, encouraging the blond to touch him. The artist’s fingers touched his chest, his stomach; it felt divine. He imitated Justin but he had more on his mind as he unzipped Justin’s faded jeans. Lifting his buttocks up, Justin helped him carefully take the jeans off then he sat Justin up on the couch, with both legs on the floor this time. He knelt in front of Justin.
“Brian,” Justin called, grasping his hair.
He didn’t say a word. He met Justin’s dreamy blue eyes while he slowly pulled the blond’s length out of his underwear. He groaned upon seeing its glistening tip; a droplet of pre-come oozed from its tip. He licked it off without taking his eyes from Justin’s face. Justin’s mouth parted and let out another moan. The pre-come’s salty taste sat on his tongue, sending a painful sensation to his hard-on. He licked Justin’s head over and over until Justin was begging to be taken completely by his mouth. When he opened his mouth, Justin pushed his cock in without any inhibitions. Justin’s thick cock filled his mouth and he loved every inch of it. He loved how Justin slipped in and out between his lips with ease. The taste, the feel, the sound - all so familiar. His right hand went around the base of Justin’s cock, his thumb caressing Justin’s balls while his fingers tickled Justin’s crisp, dark hair. Justin’s cock hit the roof of his mouth as the young man raised his hips and held his head tighter. Justin no longer had any worry on his face, he noticed. It was replaced with that same want and need he saw whenever they were together. Then he slipped Justin’s dick out of his mouth just to hear Justin moan louder. Justin writhed in frustration and lust. He leaned forward giving Justin’s parted mouth a kiss before standing up. He unzipped his jeans and took them off. Justin’s hands fell on the side of his thighs, pulling him closer. Meanwhile he jerked his own length, running his thumb over his own slit. Justin’s mouth was open, ready to be filled and fucked.
“You want this,” he grabbed Justin’s hair with one hand, pulling the blond closer to his crotch then lustfully rubbed his cock across Justin’s lips.
Justin replied by taking him all in at once.
“Aaaah,” his head fell back and instantly, his knees felt weak. It never failed. Justin’s effect on him was too much to contain. He felt it on his skin, in his bones, throughout his screaming body. For a long time, he tried to fight it but there was no use. And all he could do was give up and surrender. And once he did, he found pleasure.
Pleasure like no other.
Justin vigorously worked his cock; licking, savoring every inch of it and when he thought he was close to the edge, he went down on his knees and positioned himself between Justin’s legs. Fumbling for a condom and lube just like he did with the apartment keys in his jeans’ pocket but he was more patient this time. Justin wasn’t going anywhere. And while he performed the task he always told Justin it was crucial (slipping a condom on), Justin leaned forward, kissing him on the mouth. Gently. Little kisses planted on his lips, the sides of his mouth and chin. It heated him up more. And as he applied the lube on Justin, spreading and stretching the blond wide for him, Justin brushed his ear with a kiss and a whisper that made him smile...
He then impaled Justin, slowly, carefully but he knew soon he would lose control. But looking in Justin’s eyes, he was encouraged to lose control. Justin bit his lips and spread his legs wider for him as he jerked his stiff cock. He felt his own twitch inside Justin... It felt so damn good that it ached...
And soon, he was lost... His heart raced and sweat rolled down his face and chest. Justin’s nails scraped the skin on his ass-- deeper, deeper... It felt as if he didn’t own his body anymore, as if something powerful had taken over it but he let it. Justin covered his face with his hands leaving his cock, oozing, unattended. His hands wrapped around Justin’s length and with their rhythm, he played with it. Hard and thick, Justin’s cock pulsated hungrily within his palm and when he thought Justin was coming, he pulled out and took Justin in his mouth. He sucked it. Licked it and sucked it until Justin was groaning, calling his name. His hands held Justin by the hips, keeping the blond in place who arched his body in pleasure.
“Brian,” Justin’s pleading call was his sign; he slipped the prophylactic off his aching member and held his cock and Justin’s in one hand jerking them in unison. The friction, the sight, the smell, the sound-- it was too much to handle. To prevent a loud groan from escaping his throat, he leaned in and pressed his lips on Justin’s. Justin’s tongue darted in and out of his mouth and that pushed him to the edge so he pressed his body against Justin’s all the more harder... Leaving Justin’s mouth, his lips traced a wet kiss to Justin’s ear... And as they came together, spilling their juices in his hands and spreading some on their chests and stomachs, he whispered, “I love you, too…”
Justin didn’t seem to mind the wetness, the mess that stuck to their bodies... Neither did he... He wrapped his arms around Justin and laid them on the couch, careful not to hurt Justin’s ankle.
“Tomorrow...” Justin started, “I’ll go and see my doctor tomorrow. You’ll go with me, right?”
He planted a kiss on the back of Justin’s neck.
Silence.
“Brian... I’ve been thinking-- And I mean, just until I get better--”
“The house is ready,” his reply was too soon, he realized. “If that’s what you want...”
Justin grinned and faced him, “You so love me...” And started kissing him on the chin.
“Don’t push it,” he rolled his eyes but enjoyed the moment...
FIN-