Note Easy - Part 3

“So, you’re telling me I’m broke?” Justin looked at the man in front of him.

“Unfortunately, yes,” Richard Gordon, his mother’s accountant said.

Justin looked down at the papers in his hands.

“You have enough left to pay this month’s mortgage.”

Justin looked back up at him, “That’s it?”

“Yes.”

Justin took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair. “Well, what about life insurance? I’m pretty sure both my parents had some type of policy.”

“They did. But after the divorce your father cancelled both policies.”

Justin gave out a nervous laugh. “Fucking prick,” he mumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.” Justin sighed.

“Have you tried contacting your father?” Richard asked.

“He’s been out of the country for months.”

“Well…uhm…you did get the check from the insurance company for the car,” Richard handed Justin a small envelope.

“Thanks.”

“I really am sorry, Justin.”

Justin nodded.

~~

“There’s Justin,” Emmett exclaimed. It was the first time that Justin had come to Babylon since Jennifer died.

Brian looked in the direction Emmett was pointing to see the blonde standing by the bar, drowning a drink. Without a word Brian made his way through the crowd over to the bar.

“You didn’t tell me you were gonna be here,” he said as he took a spot next to Justin.

“I’m a spur of the moment kinda guy,” Justin sneered while looking at a guy across from the bar.

Brian followed his gaze. The guy was not much to look at.

“Looking for anything specific tonight?” Brian asked, trying to hide the disappointment and jealousy in his voice.

“Anything with a dick would do,” Justin replied, still staring at the other guy.

“Let’s go then,” Brian said, taking Justin’s hand.

~~

Brian waited until they were at the loft before bringing up the subject that had been bothering him since he saw how Justin was acting at Babylon

“You wanna tell me what’s wrong?” he asked after he shut the door behind them.

“No,” Justin said, turning around. For now he just wanted to forget. To forget that he was broke. To forget that his mother was dead. To forget that his whole life was falling apart. Just forget.

“No?”

Justin took a step towards Brian. He wanted, no, needed to feel something other than despair and hopelessness he’d felt for months. “No talking.” He put his lips over Brian’s. “Just fuck me.”

Frantically, they worked on removing their clothes as they made their way into the bedroom.

Brian knew that something was very wrong but he also knew that this was what Justin needed right now. Who should know better than the king of pain management himself? He pushed Justin on the bed, then got on top of him, his mouth devouring Justin’s. Then he began to explore Justin’s neck and collarbone, kissing down his throat, then moving down, licking his nipples, rolling his tongue down his stomach while stroking Justin’s erect cock with his hand.

Justin reached for the condom and lube, handed them to Brian. “Fuck me,” he panted.

~~

After they both climaxed they lay still, neither one saying a word, both lost in thought.

The reality of his current situation came crashing back down and Justin knew that he had to get out of there. He couldn’t break down, especially not in front of Brian. He needed to be alone, to clear his head, and hopefully to come up with a solution.

“What are you doing?” Brian asked when Justin began to get out of bed.

“I gotta go.”

“I thought you said Molly was sleeping over at her friend’s.”

“She is.”

“So then…”

“I have an early shift tomorrow,” Justin said, pulling his pants on.

“I thought you had classes in the mornings.”

“I work mornings now. It’s the busiest shift. More tips.”

Brian reached out and grabbed his hand, trying to get his attention, “What’s going on?”

Justin finally looked back at him. “Nothing,” he said, hoping that Brian would just drop it. But he didn’t. He still had his hand over Justin’s. “Nothing’s going on,” he said again, more forcefully now. Brian moved his hand away. He knew Justin was lying, but he didn’t want to push to hard and drive Justin away completely. Justin looked away and finished getting dressed.

~~

They barely saw each other for the next few weeks, both having busy schedules. Brian was working on a huge account while Justin pulled farther and farther away from everybody. Brian was desperate to get through Justin’s walls, but had no idea what to do anymore.

“Justin looks exhausted,” Emmett said.

Brian looked up from the menu.

“He’s been working every available shift for the last three weeks,” Debbie said, coming over to them with a coffee pot in her hand.

“What about school?” Ted asked, looking at Brian.

Brian looked over at where Justin was taking an order from another table, realization hitting him full force.

~~

Justin went over the numbers in his checkbook again, hoping that maybe he miscalculated, but came out with the same result as previous four times.

“Fuck!” He shoved the checkbook and the pile of bills away.

“What’s wrong?”

Justin spun around to see Molly standing at the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh…nothing. Nothing. You were supposed to be getting ready for bed.”

“I am. I just want to get something to drink.”

He got up and went over the refrigerator. “Milk?”

She grimaced at him. “Coke?”

“Oh no, you’ll be bouncing off the walls all night,” he said, turning his attention to the contents of the fridge once again, “Uhm…how about ginger ale? No caffeine.”

She nodded and he pulled out a bottle out of the fridge.

~~

When he was sure that Molly was sound asleep, he got dressed and left the house. He hated what he was planning on doing, but there was no other choice.

He stood in front of the entrance to Woody’s. Last chance to back out, he told himself. Don’t do it, Justin, he thought. But then he remembered why he came to this decision in the first place. They had no money. And if he didn’t do something they’d be living on the street in less than a month. He had to do it. Going to Brian or anybody else was out of the question. He’d been relying on everybody else too much and he had to take care of Molly. He couldn’t let anybody else do it. This was the only way. Closing his eyes he counted to ten, trying to calm himself down. This is it. It’s now or never, he thought, opened his eyes and walked inside.

Once inside he looked around for prospective customers. There was a guy, forty - forty-five year old, sitting at the bar. Justin started to feel queasy just at the thought of the guy touching him. He tried to push the feeling away and walked over to the bar.

“Hi,” he said, putting on a smile. “Looking for some fun?”

The other man looked him over. “Sure.” Then paid for his drink and they made their way into the alley behind Woody’s.

Fighting the urge to run and feeling that his heart was about leap out of his chest, Justin handed the other man a condom, then dropped his pants and turned around. The sooner he’d start, the sooner he’d finish, the sooner this nightmare will be over.

“Oh, yeah,” he heard the other man groan.

Justin closed his eyes, just telling himself that it won’t be long, but as he felt the other man’s dick he knew he couldn’t go through with it. He pushed the other guy away, trying to get as far from him as he possibly could, “I can’t.”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. I just can’t,” he started to pull his pants up when the other guy’s fist connected with his face.

“You fucking cock teaser!” the other guy growled.

Justin, caught off guard, fell to the ground, just to feel the guy’s foot hitting his ribs.

“That’ll teach you,” the man said before walking away.

Justin ran his hand over his face, wiping the blood pouring out of his broken lip and nose.

~~

Justin cursed silently when he saw Brian’s jeep parked outside the townhouse. When he walked around he saw Brian leaning against it, smoking. Their eyes locked on each other, then Justin just walked past him without saying a word.

“Hey,” Brian called after him as he climbed the steps to the door. “Justin,” Brian called again, grabbing his hand and turning him around. He stopped cold, seeing the damage done to Justin’s face. “What the fuck happened to your face?” he asked, concern and fear written on his face.

“Nothing.” Justin tried to pull away, but Brian didn’t let him.

“Justin.”

“I fell, ok?”

“On your face?”

“Yeah, on my face,” Justin sneered. When Brian finally let go of his hand he opened the door and both of them walked in.

Justin turned the light on in the living room, then dropped down on the couch, closing his eyes.

“You dropped out, didn’t you?”

Justin opened his eyes and looked up at Brian. He knew there was no point in lying.

“I’m just taking a break. No big deal. I’ll go back.”

“When?”

“When Molly’s taken care of.”

“And when is that gonna be? Eight? Ten years from now?”

Justin looked away. He knew Brian was right. He wasn’t going back. Won’t be able to go back. This was his future now. He closed his eyes again. He heard Brian leave the room then come back a couple of minutes later. He felt something very cold on his face. His eyes snapped open.

“What is that?” he tried to see what Brian put on his face.

“Just relax. It’ll keep your face from swelling up.”

Justin stared at him, not saying a word.

“Why didn’t you come to me?” Brian finally asked the question that’s been bugging him for a while now.

Justin smirked, “Things haven’t exactly been great between us.”

Brian looked away. Justin was right. Things were far from great, good, or even ok before this happened. How did he expect Justin to trust him if he didn’t trust Justin? Fuck that, he thought. Justin needed him now and that all that mattered. He glanced back at his lover who closed his eyes once again.

“I’ll figure something out,” Justin mumbled, drifting off to sleep.

Brian reached out and brushed Justin’s hair off his forehead. “No, I’ll figure something out,” he whispered.


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