The Wish - Part 14

"So, how long has it been?" Nicholas asked as he handed Justin a bottle of beer from his fridge.

Justin shrugged, "A week." Six days to be exact. He put the bottle to his lips and took a chug.

Nicholas sat down next to him on the couch. "How could you possibly not see him for a whole week? I mean, he comes into the diner every morning. And Woody's. And Babylon."

"Well…"

"You've been avoiding him," Nicholas realized.

Justin looked at him, then away. "I just didn't know what to say to him if…when…I did see him. It's gotten so fucked up." He leaned against the couch and closed his eyes, running his free hand through his hair.

Nick just looked at him sympathetically.

"It wasn't supposed to be this way. It was supposed to be casual.  We fuck and that's all," Justin said, which caused his friend to snicker. "What?" Justin asked, taken aback by Nick's reaction.

"Nothing," Nick tried to cover up the smile on his face.

"Why the fuck are you laughing?" Justin was getting angry now.

"It's just that…casual? Come on, Justin. I mean, I know you're blonde and everything but you did score fifteen hundred on your SATs. You should know better than that." When Justin stared at him even more confused, Nicholas continued. "It was never casual to begin with. He saved your life, for God's sakes."

"Yeah, but…"

"But nothing. It's been that way since the beginning. You hang out with his friends. You work with his best friend's mother. You even baby-sit his son."

"It doesn't mean anything," Justin said, shaking his head.

"Of course it does. How many times have you slept with him?"

Justin looked away, shrugging his shoulders.

"My point exactly."

"I just…I shouldn't have pushed about the stupid drawing. I mean, he's right. It's just one big coincidence," Justin said, taking
another sip of his beer.

"Oh, come on. It's so much more than just a coincidence. And he knows it just as well as you do. That's why he freaked. Because it means something…something that he can't explain…something that he can't control. And it scares him."

Justin chuckled, "He IS a control freak."

Nicholas laughed as well. "If he's too fucking afraid to face the truth, then fuck him. You can do better."

Justin's only response was a snicker.

"So, come on. Stop moping around because we're going out," Nicholas took Justin's beer and pulled the younger man up.

"What about Kevin?" Justin asked.

"Fuck him," Nicholas said, going into the kitchen and throwing two bottles of beer in the garbage.

"You had a fight AGAIN?" Justin asked, walking over to him.

"Honey, we always fight. No big deal."

"Yeah, but you've already filled your quota for this week."

Nicholas smiled at him.

"So, what was the fight about this time?" Justin prodded.

Nick looked at him for a moment, then looked away, busying himself with wiping some imaginary stain off the counter. And Justin understood. "Oh. Caleb told him, didn't he?"

Nicholas finally looked up at him, nodding his head.

Justin sighed. "Great. Now I'm causing problems for you too." He felt horrible. Hurting Caleb again was bad enough. But now he was creating problems for Nick as well.

"You're NOT causing problems," Nicholas walked over to him, putting his arms around his friend. "You're not."

"But you had a fight about me." Justin tried to pull away, but Nick held him firmly in place, hugging him closer.

"It wasn't about you. Kev and I had a difference of opinions. I told him mine, he didn't agree. We'll make up. Always do. No big deal, ok?" Nick gave Justin one last squeeze and then finally let go. "I don't want you to worry about this, ok?"

Justin sighed again, but nodded.

Nicholas smiled at him. "Good. Now, what do you say about going to Babylon and shaking our booty?"
 

~~~

Finding out from Ted and Emmett that Brian was in the club, Michael quickly made his way through the crowd in search of his best friend.  He spotted him right away; on the catwalk, scanning the crowd in the usual Brian Kinney manner. Michael walked up to him and tapped him lightly on the shoulder.

"Hey, Mikey," Brian smiled slightly, turning to his friend.

"That's all you have to say? I've been gone for six weeks and you only returned my calls maybe twice."

Michael went on and on complaining about Brian's neglect, not noticing that his best friend was paying no attention to him.
Brian's eyes were fixed on a hot blonde twink in the middle of the dance floor. He hasn't laid eyes on him since that night. He
avoided the diner for the first few days. But when he finally made it there he found out from Debbie that "Sunshine took the week off for freshman orientation in college." A part of him was relieved.  But it was a very small part. After a couple of days he started to miss him. So he looked for him…at Woody's, at Babylon. But it was as if the artist just dropped off the face of the earth. He even picked up a phone a number of times, tempted to call Justin, but he always hung up at the last minute.

He finally found him now and Brian made his decision. "See you later, Mikey," Brian said, walking past his best friend and down the stairs toward the dance floor. "When am I gonna see you?" he heard behind him. He ignored Michael's whine. All he cared about right now was getting to Justin.


"Hey," he said, finally reaching the blonde and the guy he was dancing with at the moment.

"Hey," Justin said coolly. He was delirious that Brian made the first move, but he knew he couldn't show it. At least, not yet.

Brian turned to Justin's dance partner who was still standing next to them. "Do you fucking mind?" Brian growled at him. The guy couldn't get away from him fast enough.

Justin bit his lip to cover up the laughter.

"Do you have plans for tonight?" Brian asked, turning back to him.

Raising his brows, Justin pretended to think about it. He knew that this was as close to apology as he would get from Brian. He just stared at the taller man. Making Brian squirm just for a moment was more fun than he could have imagined. "I did. But since you scared him off, you're just gonna have to do."

They stared at each other. Justin finally let a small smile spread across his lips. Smiling as well, Brian grabbed his hand and pulled him toward the exit, only stopping long enough for Justin to say good-bye to Nicholas.
 

~~~
 

Brian pressed Justin against the shower stall, attacking his mouth with his own. Then he moved down to Justin's neck.

"I'm gonna be late for my shift," Justin was finally able to say, breathless.

"I'm drying you off," Brian said making the teen giggle.

Justin let Brian get back to the task at hand figuring that this would be worth a second asshole Deb was sure to rip him. But just as he felt Brian move down his body they heard a loud knock on the door.

"Aren't you gonna answer that?" Justin asked his lover.

"Fuck `em," was Brian's reply.

But the knocking persisted.

Brian groaned as he straightened up. Justin smiled at him.  Receiving one last kiss from the beautiful boy in his shower, Brian
got out of the stall, pulled a pair of jeans from the floor, and went to open the door.


"Hold your fucking horses," Brian yelled out as he reached the door.  He barely opened the door when his best friend flew past him and into the dining room, dropping into one of the chairs.

"I left you a bunch of messages and you didn't call me back," Michael whined as he took in Brian's appearance. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of faded jeans that had fallen down to his hips because they were unbuttoned.

"I've been busy," Brian said, trying to control his annoyance at being interrupted.

"With what? Fucking everybody in the state of Pennsylvania?"  Michael averted his gaze when Brian finally started to slowly button up his jeans.

"You know me too well," Brian replied. He went to the fridge and pulled out a couple of beers. He handed one to Michael, then unscrewed his cap and took a gulp. "You want anything?"

Michael shook his head, "I'm never eating again. My mother practically force fed me the entire Liberty Diner menu."

"Well, who told you to eat it?" Brian asked, taking another sip of his beer.

"You know it makes…"

"Brian, I can't find my underwear."

They both turned to see a blonde standing at the top of the stairs, a towel wrapped around his hips.

Brian silently cursed once again wishing he could get rid of Michael and go back to what they were doing before they were so rudely interrupted.

"Oh…uhm…hi," Justin looked a little embarrassed. Then he seemed to recognize the man sitting in the dining room. "You're Michael, right? Debbie's son?"

"You know my mother?"

"I work with her," Justin explained.

"Justin works at the diner," Brian said, turning to his friend.

"What?" Michael couldn't believe it. The night before Emmett and Ted told him about some blonde twink that Brian seemed to spend a lot of time with. Emmett went on and on about how romantic it was, how Brian saved Justin's life. How Brian was Justin's knight in shining armor and now they were going to ride off into the sunset together.  Of course Michael didn't believe any of that. Who would know Brian better than his best friend? And Michael knew that Brian didn't do anybody more than once. He definitely didn't do relationships or boyfriends. And he absolutely did NOT do riding off into the sunset. He was sure it was all nonsense and Emmett's over-romantic fantasies. But now that he was staring back at the young man, the same one that Brian ditched him for the night before, he began to have doubts. "How did that happen?"

Justin shrugged, "I was at the diner with Brian and asked if they needed more help. They did." Turning to Brian he added, "And I still can't find my underwear."

"What do you want me to do about that?" Brian asked, trying to sound annoyed, but failing miserably, a small smirk spreading on his lips.

"Uhm, since you're the one who took them off, I suggest you find them," Justin shot back.

Brian bit both of his lips in order not to laugh not only at Justin's comment but also at the look on Michael's face. Instead of saying anything back, he headed into the bedroom to look for Justin's underwear while Justin still stood in the same spot staring back at Michael.

"So, how was Portland?" he asked, trying to make small talk.

Michael's eyes just got wider, "How did you know about that?"

"Your mom told me. And Brian." Justin looked at him confused, trying to figure out what the hell the man's problem was.

"Here," Brian pushed the underwear into Justin's hand and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Justin grinned at Michael one last time, moving into the privacy of the bedroom to get dressed.

Michael jumped up and practically ran up to Brian who was still sipping on his beer, leaning on the kitchen counter. "Since when do you get your tricks jobs?"

"What?!" Brian felt anger rise up in him, but it quickly subsided as soon as he saw Justin walk down the stairs. Justin glanced at the two men, then opened the fridge and pulled out a bottle of water.

"Brian, can we talk?" Michael asked, looking up at the taller man.

"Talk," Brian shrugged, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with his friend.

"In private." Michael looked at Justin then back at Brian.

"Michael," Brian began to object but Justin cut him off. "It's ok.  I gotta go anyway. Late for my shift." He put down the bottle of Evian and walked over to Brian. He glanced at Michael who was giving him the evil eye. It finally hit him what the other man's problem with him was. He smiled at Michael, then turned to Brian. Putting a hand on Brian's neck, he pulled him down for a long passionate kiss.  When they finally pulled apart both of them were breathless. Justin licked his lips, looked over at where Michael stood ready to explode, and smiled. "See you around." Then he turned to Brian, placing a small kiss on the man's lips. "Later."

Brian watched the blonde walk away from him and smiled, "Later."

When he heard the door slide closed he turned to his best friend once again.
 

~~~
 

Later that evening Brian was still listening to Michael's whining about him not calling and how boring his life with David was. Brian let Michael rant while he scanned the crowd at Woody's for a potential fuck.

"Brian," he heard Michael trying to get his attention.

"Hmm?" he finally turned back to his friend.

"Are you even listening to me?"

"Yeah…read and music…got it," Brian said, his gaze traveling over to a group of men across the room.

"I'm gonna get another drink. You want anything?" Michael stood up and waited for his friend's reply.

"Uhm…" Just then his eyes fell upon a hot blonde twink in jeans and blue t-shirt who had just walked through the door. That's exactly what he wanted. "Uh…yeah…a beer," he finally said.

Justin saw Michael walk toward the bar as he made his own way to the table where Brian was sitting, staring back at him. "Hey," he said with a smile.

"Hey yourself," Brian replied. He grabbed Justin's hand and pulled him in closer, his mouth finding Justin's immediately. "Shift over?"

"Two hours ago. Got bored at home." Justin explained.


Michael paid for two beers and turned around to carry them back to their table. He stopped cold in his tracks when he saw Brian walk out the door with the same blonde twink he met this afternoon.

"Briiiiiiaaaaaan!"
 

~~~
 

"You want some cake?" Justin asked, putting a small plastic box on the kitchen counter.

Brian snorted out a laugh, "You baked a cake?" He walked over to the chaise chair and sat down in it, admiring Justin's gorgeous bubble butt.

"My mom did," Justin said without turning around, busy taking out a slice of cake and placing it on a plate.

"You stole a cake from your mom?" Brian chuckled.

"No," Justin smiled and shook his head. "She gave it to me."

Brian looked at his lover suspiciously. "Your mother gave you a cake so you'd bring it to your…to me?"

"Yeah," Justin replied as if it was no big deal. He walked over to the chaise. Throwing his left leg over it, he straddled Brian. "She says you're too skinny. I told her you were always skinny, even when you were in high school."

"You don't know what I looked like in high school," Brian replied, unable to hide the smile.

"I had dinner at Debbie's last week. She showed me all of Michael's pictures. Pictures of you."  He dangled a piece of cake in front of Brian's face. Brian took the piece of cake with Justin's fingers into his mouth. He grew instantly hard at the sight of Justin's smile.


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