Resting Here With Me Chapter 7
Resting Here With Me
Chapter 7
Written by We_Dreamerz
Betaed by Xanntonya
Canon Friendly
NC17
Warnings: No huge ones.
QAF is Cowlip's, I'm just moving the pieces around. No copyright infringement is intended.
Post Season 5- Brian and Justin start a new chapter in their lives. Will their separation tear them apart? Or will they grow closer in their love? Only time will tell.
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Thank You to all who read and comment. And thank you to my Super Beta Xanntonya.
Chapter 7 is a little short.. but... it's um... well I hope you like this..=)
Justin's POV
New York, Crave
Friday 11:30
"Justin! There you are! This place is amazing! I can't believe you work here!" Daphne squealed as she and Emmett found me in Megan's booth. I smiled and made the introductions.
"Megan, may I introduce you to my friends, Daphne and Emmett? Guys, this is Megan Robarts, the owner of Crave."
Megan stood and shook their hands. "It's so nice to meet you; please join us. I am so sorry to have monopolized all of Justin's time. He was telling me all about his newest project and I just got caught up in his passion." she smiled warmly at me. Megan always asked about my work and loved when I brought her sketches. She had a growing art collection herself; fueled she said by her best friend Gabriel, who owned a gallery in San Francisco. Megan made me promise to tell her when I had finally had a show so she could buy a painting. "I must have a Justin Taylor original for my collection, so years from now when you're insanely famous and rich I can brag that I have one of your early works. Hell Justin, if you get rich and famous enough I may just be able to retire!" she'd said on more than one occasion."
That was Megan. She always made you feel comfortable no matter who you were. She was classy, extremely intelligent and exuded confidence. But she never made you feel like you were beneath her. The moment she smiled, looked in your eyes, you felt like she knew you and accepted you not in spite of your faults, but because of them.
Emmett fell instantly in love with her. It wasn't long before they were chatting away like old friends. I had to laugh to myself and thought, well… if she could charm Rage into submission, Emmett would be no problem.
I sipped my drink, listened to the music and enjoyed the easy flow of conversation. Emmett and Megan were discussing the list of celebrities that had already been to Crave. I decided I needed to dance. I poked Daphne in the side. "Let's dance Daph."
"Okay!" she agreed and we excused ourselves. The music was thumping and it was easy to get caught up in the beat. It wasn't long before I felt a familiar heat at my back. I tossed a look over my shoulder. He was tall and blond with a beautiful face. I smiled and danced with him, keeping Daphne in sight. She was dancing with a group of men and women, smiling and enjoying herself.
The man behind me moved closer and I could feel his body pressing into mine. I relaxed against him and moved to the music. The songs changed and the men with them; all of them dancing away when I shook my head politely. No, I wasn't interested in anything but dancing. The only mouth I wanted on me was Brian's. Why settle for second best? I wasn't naïve enough to think he felt the same… was doing the same. I didn't expect it. I could only do what was right for me, and that was to remain monogamous.
Tired and sweaty I went to the bar to get a water. "Justin!" I was greeted by a chorus of busy bartenders.
"Hey guys!" I returned "Can I get a water please?"
"Hey sorry man, we've been slammed tonight. We haven't had time to go down and bring up some bottles." Shawn, one of the bartenders shouted over the music. "I can give you tap….?" he offered and I wrinkled my nose.
"Hey, I'll do a run for you. Can't let thirsty club kids go without water." I offered and Shawn's face lit up.
"Justin you're a lifesaver! Thank you! I'll unload them from the dumbwaiter."
"No problem." I smiled. "Just give me a couple minutes." I stopped to tell Daphne where I was going and headed to the basement. The dumbwaiter was brilliant. It was huge and situated so it could deliver large cases of products to the both the lounge kitchen and the bar in the club. It saved a lot of time and work. I loaded enough water bottles to last them the rest of the night and pressed to button to send them off to the bar. I decided to hit the lounge on my way back. I was exhausted and they always had water.
At the lounge bar I sipped my water and enjoyed the soft jazz they were playing; such a contrast the loud thumpa thumpa going on upstairs. It was after midnight. The club was in full swing, the lounge was mostly empty and quiet. There were only a few couples and groups of people scattered here and there. I noticed though that almost all of the private rooms were full. I smiled to myself remembering Brian's lips; sweet and wet with strawberry juice. I missed him so much.
I pulled out my cell phone and decided to text him. I didn't want to wake him if he was asleep. But I needed him, just a little bit, a small connection. I was feeling melancholy but opted for something light and flirty.
U shld c the hot guy sukng my dik right now.
-J
I smiled to myself and waited.
If tht was me on ur dik u wldn't b txtng.
-B
I didnt say he was good.
-J
Brian didn't respond right away and I was beginning to think he'd gotten pissed.
R U ok?
-B
Leave it to Brian to cut right through the bullshit.
Yeah. Just blah, tired, missing U.
-J
Wnt me to come early? Maybe I cld suk ur dik instead of that guy.
-B
Yes, bt no. U have too much wrk to do. But thnx 4 askn. I shld go. Luv U Bri.
-J
U 2 Sunshine. Night.
-B
I smiled and felt much better.
My water finished I started to get up but movement from the corner of my eye made me glance to my right. Two men were leaving one of the private rooms, distracted by each other, standing close and lingering in the curtained entryway as though reluctant to leave their love nest.
I smiled and watched them from the shadows of the bar. One man stood with his back toward me, the other softly caressed the first man's face, a dreamy smile on his lips. They exited the room and the man, whose back had been toward me turned around, revealing his face.
Recognition bloomed in my mind and fear slammed into my chest. "What the fuck?" I whispered and watched, frowning as the couple smiled lovingly at each other and left. Panic seized me and I closed my eyes, breathing through the pain. So many questions swirled chaotically in my mind. "What the fuck?" I asked again. Here… in a private room…. with … a man?
"All done Justin?" Karyn, the lounge bartender asked. "Hey, you okay?"
"Yeah…. Karyn, did you see those two men leave room number three?"
"Yeah, I saw them. How come?"
"Have you…ever seen them in here before?" I asked and ran a hand over my face, not knowing if I wanted to know the answer.
"Oh yeah…all the time. They're always here late and you're usually in VIP, so you probably never see them…. but they always meet in a room. I think they're probably still, you know… in the closet. But, did you see the way they looked at each other?" she shook her head.
"Yeah… I did… Um, thanks for the water Karyn, I should go find my friends."
"Sure Justin… are you sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, really. Just tired. Bye Karyn." I turned to leave, mind seizing at what I had just seen. He'd had such a tender look on his face…so loving…so happy. It was so hard to reconcile that with the hateful man I know. I had to find Emmett and Daphne and get out of there.
"Daph, Em, I need to go." I declared as soon as I found them. They were in Megan's booth chatting happily.
"Justin, what's wrong?" Daphne asked when she saw my face. I glanced at Megan, afraid she would see through my lie, knowing full well she'd call Brian in a heart beat if she knew something was wrong."
"No, I'm fine." I smiled as brightly as I could. "Just tired, I'm sorry guys. I know it's early. If you want to stay I'll catch a cab."
"You can use my driver Justin." Megan offered and smiled. "And I'll make sure your friends get home safely too."
I accepted her offer and with that settled, got the fuck out of there. I needed to think.
Brian's POV
New York, Justin's Apartment
Monday, 1:30 pm
I knew as soon as I unlocked the apartment door that something was wrong. It was 1:30 in the afternoon, but the curtains were drawn. The only light in the room poured from the skylight and shone on Justin standing at his easel. He wore only a pair of pajama pants, chest bare and splattered with paint.
I stood, silently watching him; assessing the situation. He painted broad, furious strokes across the canvas. His work was beautiful, bold and so full of anger that my heart ached for him. Something had happened.
He seemed okay physically, but he hadn't heard me come in. I was afraid to approach him; afraid that I would startle him and possibly ruin his cathartic creation. I softly cleared my throat and was relieved when he looked at me and smiled weakly. "Brian." he whispered like a siren's call and I went to him, needing to banish whatever demon he was battling.
"What's wrong?" I whispered roughly into his hair. He tried to pull away but he forgot that I was the master of avoidance. I wasn't going to allow it; he'd never accepted it from me.
"What makes you think something's wrong?" he asked with his little fake smile plastered on his beautiful face.
"Justin." I warned and glared at him, daring him to lie to me. He rolled his eyes and looked away. "I'm fine Brian, really. Let me um… let me go get changed."
But I stopped him. My patience was wearing thin. I sighed. Another fucking discussion.
"Justin," I sighed wearily and pressed my fingers to the bridge of nose, massaging away the pain that had begun to bloom. "Justin, I have been trying…trying very hard to be open to you, to keep my walls down. Don't send us down this road again." My voice sounded raw, menacing and I knew I would never expose my naked heart like that for anyone but him. I needed for him to realize that too
He turned back to me and looked in my eyes. "I'm sorry." he said and leaned into my body.
"Sorrys bullshit Justin. Tell me what the fuck happened."
Justin grabbed two beers from the fridge and handed one to me. "You're going to need this." He said and settled Indian style on the thick area rug in the sitting room. Looking for all the world, like a twelve year old boy. I nodded, sat next to him and tried not to scream at him to fucking talk.
"I saw someone." he finally started.
I raised an eyebrow. "Oh?"
"He was at the bar Brian… at Crave… with a… man." Justin looked so confused, lost.
"Who was at Crave with a man?" I asked quietly but he ignored my question as if he hadn't heard it.
"With a man Brian! He came out of one of the private rooms and allowed a man caress his face. And he smiled… he smiled at him with such….love…. and passion!" Justin's voice had taken on a vehemence I had never heard him use.
"Justin. Tell me who you saw." I quietly demanded.
Finally he looked at me, looked me in the eye and said, "My Dad Brian. It was my Dad."