The Wish - Part 13

Justin looked at the man who just walked into the diner.  “What are you doing here?” he asked as he quickly made his way toward Nicholas.

“You’ve been working here for over a month.  I thought I’d check out the place.  The food.”  Nicholas smiled and ignoring the look Justin was giving him made his way through the diner and dropped into one of the booths.

Justin followed him, “The food’s not that good.  And the place...here…you’ve seen it.  Now you can go,” he desperately tried to pull Nicholas out of the booth but to no avail.

“Justin, what’s the big deal?”

Justin sighed, exasperated.  “This is where I work.”

“So?  I bet Brian comes here all the time WHILE you WORK,” Nicholas grinned mischievously.

A light bulb went off in Justin’s head as his eyes widened.  “Oh, no.  You’re NOT.”

“What?”

“You are NOT sitting here waiting to see if Brian shows up,” Justin grabbed his arm and tried to pull him out of the booth once again. 

“I beg your pardon.  Why would I possibly do such a thing?” Nicholas’s innocent look was negated by a huge grin on his face.

“Because I wouldn’t introduce you to him?  So you decided to take matters into your own hands and embarrass the hell out of me in the process which I KNOW you’re just going to love.”

“Moi?”  Nick tried the innocent look again.

When Justin just stared back at him, he dropped all pretense.  “I don’t get what the big deal is.  You’ve been dating him for like five weeks now.  It’s only natural for him to meet your friends.”

“First of all, we’re NOT dating.”

“Sorry.  Fucking.”

Justin stuck his tongue out.  “Second of all…we’re NOT dating.  So he DOESN’T need or want to meet my friends.”

When Nicholas didn’t say anything or make a move to leave, Justin threw his arms up in defeat.  “Fine.  You wanna sit here?  Then sit here.  Only I don’t really know what time he’d show up if at all.  So, you’re wasting your time for nothing.”  But as soon as the words left his mouth, Brian showed up behind him, giving him a quick peck on the cheek.

Justin cursed silently when he saw a huge smile spread across Nicholas’s lips.  “So, you’re the infamous Brian Kinney.”

Brian sneered at the stranger and then looked down at Justin silently asking him who the fuck this guy was.  Justin sighed loudly.  “Brian, this is Nick.  Nick, this is Brian.”  Nicholas’s smile only got wider.  “Now you’ve met him.  NOW you can LEAVE,” Justin said to Nicholas. 

“Come on, Blondie, don’t be a shit,” Nick smirked at his friend.

Amused by their interaction Brian slid into the booth across from Nicholas and chuckled.  “That’s right, Blondie.  Don’t be a shit.  Get me some coffee.”  He looked up at Justin, tongue in cheek, trying not to laugh at the annoyed look on the teen’s face.

“You’re NOT gonna fuck him, Brian,” Justin said.

“Why not?”

“Because he has a boyfriend,” Justin explained.

“So?” Brian smirked, hoping to see smoke coming out of Justin’s ears.

“Yeah, so?” Nicholas added, looking up at Justin as well.

“I like this boy,” Brian said, smiling at Justin’s friend.

Justin took a deep breath, feeling like he was about to explode.  “Of course you do.”  He turned around and went to get coffee.  A minute later he came back with a pot in his hands and poured coffee into a cup sitting in front of Brian.  Then turned around and walked back around the counter to put the pot back.  Behind him he heard, “FUCK!  This is so goddamn hot!”  Justin tried to hide his laughter.  “Serves you right, asshole.”

~~~

Having finished work early, Brian decided to stop by Lindsay’s on the way home.  To his surprise a different blonde holding his son opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” Brian asked as he walked in, taking Gus in his hands.

“Lindsay and Melanie needed an emergency babysitter and I was it,” Justin said, closing the door and following Brian into the living room.

Brian put Gus down on the floor next to his toys, then flopped down on the couch next to Justin.  He noticed Justin’s sketchbook was open.  He picked it up off the coffee table, oblivious to Justin tensing up next to him.  It was a drawing of Gus sitting right here in this living room.  He looked over at his son.  Gus was engrossed in his toys.  That’s exactly what was portrayed in Justin’s drawing.  The expression on the baby’s face, the way his hair, whatever was there, fell on his forehead. 

“This is amazing, Justin,” Brian finally said, putting the sketchbook down and looking over at the artist. 

Justin let out a breath he was holding and smiled.  “Thanks.”

Brian looked back at his son, remembering the first time Justin met Gus.  It was an accident, not planned.  Justin was working a shift at the diner and he dropped by to pick up a sandwich when Lindsay and Melanie showed up with the baby.  Justin of course recognized him immediately from the pictures in the loft.  What amazed Brian was not the fact that Lindsay and Melanie immediately fell in love with the blonde teenager or that Lindsay right away invited him over to their house so she could look at Justin’s work.  It was Gus.  His son just reached for this new person in his life, someone he had never met before, and demanded Justin to hold him. 

Brian remembered when he told Justin that his son’s name was Gus and Justin just started laughing.  “You named your son Gus?” Justin asked as soon as he was able to calm down.  And that night ran through Brian’s mind again.  Him seeing Justin standing in that hospital room. 

 “So, where are the munchers?” Brian asked Justin, bringing his thoughts back to the present.

“Some board meeting at the GLC or something like that,” Justin shrugged his shoulders.

“And you just happened to be here?”

“I was at the diner.  Linds came in, asked if I would be able to baby-sit.  That’s all,” Justin explained, taken aback by Brian’s questions.  He didn’t know what to make out of the look Brian gave him.  As if he didn’t believe him.  “This isn’t some master plan to see you, Brian.  I was there.  Lindsay needed help.  It’s no big deal,” Justin said, hoping Brian would get the message.  He didn’t need Brian freaking out on him because things were moving too fast again.

He saw Brian lean back on the couch and he relaxed too.  Brian didn’t question it. 

Just then the two women came through the door.

“Well, this is a surprise,” Lindsay said, giving Brian a peck on the cheek.

“You know, it’s polite to call before you show up,” Melanie said to Brian while picking up Gus.

“You weren’t here to pick up the phone,” Brian said, getting up.

“How was he?” Lindsay asked Justin, choosing to ignore Melanie and Brian.

“Great,” Justin smiled.  “We ate, played, and then he posed.  He makes a lot better model than some people I know,” he grinned at Brian who just stuck his tongue out.

Brian watched Lindsay nod at Justin, then walk into the kitchen to get them all something to drink.  He turned around to look at Gus in Melanie’s arms.  He shook his head when he saw his son reach for Justin.

“Well, at least I’m not the only Kinney man who can’t stay away from him,” he mumbled.

“What?”  Lindsay asked, coming up from behind.

“Uh, nothing,” he took a glass with juice out of her hands, then looked at Justin again.  His lover was playing with his son, a huge smile on his face.  That smile could make him do anything.  “I think we’ll be going now,” Brian said to Lindsay, handing the glass back to her, then walking over to his lover and his son.

~~~

Brian lay on his bed, staring up at the blonde who was sitting on top of him. 

“If you get any of it on the bed I’m gonna kill you,” Brian said. 

Justin just grinned back at him, taking a spoon-full of ice cream out of the carton.  He slowly put the spoon in his mouth, then leaned in and kissed Brian.  Pulling away, Justin held the spoon over Brian’s chest letting the now a bit melted ice cream to drip down.  Brian gasped at the feel of a cold fluid against his warm body.  He watched Justin move the spoon down his body, dripping the white substance down his chest and stomach.  His cock grew even harder when he felt Justin’s tongue licking up his body.  “Mmmm.  This is the best way to eat ice-cream,” Justin concluded as soon as his tongue reached Brian’s collar bone.  He kissed up and down Brian’s neck and face, avoiding his lips. 

Brian grabbed his head and pulled him down for a kiss only to have Justin wiggle his way out of his hold.  The little twat just grinned at him again.  “Patience, old man.”  He reached for the carton of ice-cream again, taking another spoon full of the cold sweet substance and dripping it down Brian’s stomach again.  Brian closed his eyes and moaned.  He felt the ice cream on his hips and thighs, then he felt Justin’s tongue tracing the same areas.  When the ice cream was licked away, the process was repeated. 

Brian’s eyes shot wide open when he felt the cold drip down just below his belly button.  He panicked when he saw a mischievous look on Justin’s face.  “Don’t even think about THAT!” he ordered as Justin held the spoon over his penis.  Justin lowered the spoon.  “Justin!”  He gave out another moan when he felt Justin’s hand on his dick, slightly pulling on it.  Brian closed his eyes, not caring anymore what the kid had planned as long as he didn’t stop what he was doing.  Brian shivered when he felt Justin’s warm mouth engulf his cock.  “Don’t…stop,” was all he was able to mutter.  He moaned loudly as Justin brought him to climax.

He opened his eyes as soon as he was able to catch his breath only to see a pair of the most beautiful blue ones staring back at him.  Justin held out a spoon in front of him.  “Last one,” he whispered.  Before Brian could say anything Justin licked the contents of the spoon and then leaned in and kissed the older man, sharing the taste of ice cream and the taste of Brian with him.

Breathless, Brian pulled away just a bit.  Then in one swift move he rolled Justin over on his back so now he was on top of the younger man.  He pinned the blonde’s hands over his head.

“It’s payback time,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss Justin’s lips.

~~~

“We really should get out now,” Brian said.  For the second time tonight they tried to get out of the shower. 

Justin smiled at him and nodded.  They were both exhausted.  He got out of the shower stall first and picked up the two towels that they used a little earlier off the floor.  “They’re soaked.”

“I guess we’ll just have to go wet,” Brian smiled.

“Oh, no, I’m not catching pneumonia.  I’m gonna get us dry towels,” Justin said, walking out of the bathroom.

When about five minutes later Justin still didn’t show up with the towels, Brian went in search of his lost lover.  He found him sitting on the bed.

“I thought you were getting towels,” he said, coming up closer.

Justin looked up at him, then held out something in front of him.  “Where did you get this?”  He turned the object in his hands so that Brian could see what it was.  It was the drawing he purchased at the art show.

Brian shrugged, “It was a few months ago.  They had an art show at the GLC.  I thought it looked like…”

“You?” Justin finished for him.

Brian stared at him confused, trying to figure out why some drawing got Justin upset.  And then he remembered the name of the artist.  Justin Taylor.  He never made the connection before.  How could he?  “Yeah,” he said, staring at the drawing.

He walked around the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on quickly.  “That doesn’t make any sense.  It can’t be me.  The show was months ago.  Months before the prom.  Months before we met.”

“But it is.  It is you.”

“How?” Brian demanded.

“I had a dream,” Justin simply said.

“What?”

“A dream.  I dreamed it.  You.  Here.  In THIS bed.  Under THESE blue lights.  I dreamed it.  I woke up in the middle of the night because I just HAD to draw it.”

Brian shook his head, “Maybe you’ve seen me somewhere before.”

“No.”

“We must have met before the prom.”

“Don’t you think I would have remembered?” Justin asked him.

“There has got to be an explanation,” Brian walked down the stairs and into the living room.

Justin pulled on his pants and shirt as well and then followed him.

“There’s gotta be an explanation,” Brian said again when he saw Justin staring at him.

“Which is?”

“I don’t…I don’t know.  Something.”

“Maybe we met in another life,” Justin joked.

Brian smiled at first, but then he remembered all of the visions he had of this young man before he ever met him.  “No,” he shook his head.  “There has to be an explanation.”

“Maybe it was just meant to be.  Like you were meant to save me that night.  We were meant to meet,” Justin said, this time completely serious. 

“That’s bullshit.  The whole fate and destiny thing is bullshit,” Brian growled.

“Then how do you explain this?”  Justin held his drawing in front of him.  “How do you explain me still being here?”

“What?”

“Oh, come on, Brian.  EVERYBODY knows that you don’t do anybody twice.  You DON’T let anybody into your life.  But I AM still HERE.”

“Maybe it’s time you left,” Brian said angrily.

“I know this is scary, Brian.  I’m scared too.”

“I am NOT scared.”

“The fuck you’re not!”  Justin shouted.  “You’re fucking terrified of anything even resembling a relationship.”

“You said ALL you WANTED was JUST a FUCK!”  Brian shouted back at him.

“I meant it.”

“Then why the FUCK are we having this conversation?!”

“Because of THIS!!!” Justin threw the drawing on the couch in front of Brian.

“It’s just a fucking drawing.”

“A drawing I did of YOU before I ever MET you.”

“This is bullshit,” Brian said again, turning around.  He wanted out of this argument NOW.

“How did you know my name, Brian?”  Justin asked quietly.

“What?” Brian turned around and looked at him confused.

“In the parking garage the night you saved me.  You called out my name.  That’s why I turned around and saw Hobbs coming after me,” Justin explained.  “How did you know my name?”

Brian felt like all the air got sucked out of the room.  He stared back at the young man not having an answer for him.  He couldn’t tell him that he saw him getting bashed…he saw himself running after him…screaming his name at the top of his lungs.  He couldn’t explain any of it.  And he hated this.  How did things get so fucked up so fucking fast?  A one-night stand turned into something he couldn’t explain.  “I think it’s time for you to leave,” he said with no emotion evident on his face or in his voice.

Justin knew that this was the end of it.  Brian put up a wall and there was no way he could get through it.  He took a few steps closer to the older man and looked him in the eyes.  “It means something.  And you know it.  Just like you know that I’ll be back here again.  Because we’re drawn to each other.  Because you can’t stay away from me just like I can’t stay away from you.”

“I said…Get…Out.” Brian clenched his jaw, trying to contain his anger.

Justin nodded and without another word he left the loft.

When he heard the door slam shut, Brian dared to look down at the drawing still lying in the same spot where Justin threw it.  He picked it up, staring at the lines and shades that populated the sheet of paper.  What did it all mean?

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