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The End Done Right
by Vamphile
Chapter Two
Brian awoke, feeling rested for the first time in months. It was the first time he’d slept, not passed out, since Justin had left, and he felt…well, he felt warm, actually hot, and sticky, and Justin had apparently crashed as well, he could only see the top of his blonde head without moving, and if he moved he’d wake him, so he stayed still, and tried not to focus on the fact that the kid was drooling on his shoulder.
His right arm reached out beside the bed, discarding several crumpled boxes before finding the half full pack of cigarettes, he maneuvered one out, using only his right hand, as his left was somewhat trapped under the very hot drooling kid that may now be permanently attached to his side. He found a lighter on the floor, lit the cigarette and inhaled deeply.
“How long do you want me for?” those were the last words Justin had said before they had both fallen asleep… what did that mean? Was he back for good? What was he giving up to be here? Brian realized that while he would never give up an opportunity to fuck Justin, he would always pass on the opportunity to fuck Justin over, or let him fuck up his life just to be with him. His head began to spin and he lazily took another drag from his cigarette. He was startled when Justin removed it from his mouth and took a drag himself.
“Morning” Brian said with a half smile as Justin rolled onto his back.
Belatedly Justin realized that he had been drooling, on Brian's shoulder yet, he was embarrassed, as Brian took the cigarette back and Justin wiped his mouth with his hand. He searched around the bed for something to use to dry Brian's shoulder and came up with a tissue, Brian moved his hand away before he used the wrinkled Kleenex.
“Trust me, your morning drool is cleaner than whatever’s in that”
Justin, understanding dawning flicked it away and just lay back on the bed
they lay in silence, passing the cigarette back and forth as if it were a joint. And then Brian lit a second one, and they did the same, and then a third.
Justin, inhaling from the fourth cigarette in a row finally got the nerve to speak
“Are we going to just lay here getting lung cancer or should we eventually talk?’
He turned to his side, to see the flicker across Brian’s face and belatedly remembered that lung cancer, hell, cancer at all was probably not the best topic for sarcastic banter, but Brian recovered quickly, he stood up and leaned his head into his own armpit.
“god I stink, I need a shower”
Justin stood as well,
“I’ll make something for breakfast”
He wasn’t ready yet to fall back into the easy rhythm of showering together. Brian smiled “Good luck” and took off for the bathroom
Justin searched for something to wear; he wasn’t comfortable enough in this house yet to walk around naked. While it was obvious Brian didn’t have a maid, he had no idea who may or may not be expected. He tiptoed downstairs wearing one of Brian's t-shirts and found his duffle bag, where he grabbed a pair of sweat pants and padded off to the kitchen.
Brian showered quickly, when he found his phone he made a quick call to the office to tell them he wouldn’t be in today, Cynthia assured him there were no dire meetings scheduled, and all would be well, and he headed to the kitchen where he was greeted with an aggravated young blonde.
“There is nothing to eat here.” Brian, his hair still wet gave a shrug and a smile, “I know” Justin surveyed the inside of the fridge, and it was exactly as he remembered Brian's fridge to be, empty, save for poppers, a few bottles of beer, and a box of baking soda…there wasn’t even an avocado
He had been hopeful about the Styrofoam containers from the diner, but the food looked old, and dried up, and the lemon bars in the box on the counter were better used as percussion instruments than foodstuffs. The cabinets were bare, no pasta, no canned goods… Brian had never been to a grocery store since moving here. It became more and more clear with each moment just how much Brian had left his life on hold while Justin was away.
“Okay then” Justin said, turning to face Brian, we’re going out for breakfast, I’ll be down in a few minutes.
Brian sat on the bench at the end of the kitchen, it was a built in, and thus, one of the few seating options in the house. Then he heard the shower running.
The thought of Justin, naked, wet, soapy, went straight through him, and he stood up, walked slowly upstairs, and removed his clothing outside the bathroom door, he let himself in, and pressed his chest against the young mans back, snaking his arms around his waist.
Justin leaned back, his head resting against Brian’s shoulder as he allowed the taller man to take the soap from his hand.
“God I’m starving” Justin said, reaching for the shampoo. Brian took the bottle from him, and squeezed some onto his hand, and then commenced lathering up the blonde hair, massaging the scalp. Justin groaned. “Just tell me there’s someplace decent to eat around here and that we don’t have to drive all the way into the city”
Brian shrugged, “haven’t actually explored the town yet myself, but there must be something. Don’t worry sunshine, I won’t let you starve” and with that he spun the boy around, kissing him while the water sluiced over both their bodies, covering them with the sudsy shampoo residue from Justin's hair.
The kissing became more intense, and each felt their desire growing.
“This’ll work” Brian thought, “we’ll just keep fucking and then we’ll never have to talk, hell I did that for 29 years before I met the kid, I’m sure I could do it again”
Justin was thinking along similar lines.
Turns out, he was comfortable with their morning shower routine. More than comfortable, and only when they were completely out of hot water, did the two emerge from the shower significantly cleaner, and a little more tired than they had been when they had first entered.
Eventually Brian was dressed again, and Justin had dug up a pair of cargo pants and a long sleeve t-shirt that wasn’t too covered in paint. When he emerged Brian laughed.
“What?”
“You’re covered in paint”
Justin looked himself over, there were a couple of smudges on his elbow, and a few small areas where he’d used his pants to wipe the paint off his fingers.
“I’ve been working really hard, this is as paint free as I get” he shrugged and kissed Brian while pulling him out the door
“C’mon, I’m STARVING”
“Yes” Brian said “food”
They’d been driving for about five minutes in complete silence when Brian spoke first. “So, why are you here?”
Justin took a deep breath and began at the beginning, with the shared apartment and the studio space. He left out almost no detail of his life in New York as he regaled Brian. They had found a diner, ordered, and eaten half of their breakfasts before he was finished.
“So my mom dropped me off at the house and then I waited for you and you were there for the rest of it”
Brian put down his fork, “So you’re really back for good?”
“Yeah, I mean, like I said, I’ve got to do a couple weekends in New York over the next couple of months but I’m gonna be based out of Pittsburgh from now on. Oh, and I’ll probably have to spend a couple weeks in New York in December, once we’re setting up for the show”
“So you’re really back for good?” Brian asked again, trying to stop smiling like a pathetic retarded idiot.
Justin looked up, and wondered if Brian's face had possibly broken, he’d never seen him smile like that. “Yeah, I’m back for good”
There was a lot to discuss, in theory, they both knew it, and yet, in a seemingly mutual and unspoken decision…today wasn’t the day.
Brian paid the check and they got back in the car.
“There’s a shopping center down the street, we should go to the market, unless you’re willing to live on poppers and single malt scotch. I’ve been doing it for a while, and it’s not half bad really.”
Justin gave him one of those looks that ONLY Justin, and maybe Debbie could get away with and he nodded “right, to the market”
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