The Wish - Part 15

“Hi, guys,” Justin said, bringing three glasses of water over to the table.  He flashed his patented smile at Emmett who blew him a kiss.  Taking out his order pad he asked them, “You know what you’re gonna have?”

“Yes, I’ll have the cheeseburger and fries.  Oh, and a Coke,” Emmett said, smiling back at Justin.

“I’ll just have the usual,” Ted said, closing the menu.

“What about you?” he looked down at Michael.

Without even looking up, Michael mumbled, “I need a minute.”

Justin glanced over at Emmett who shrugged his shoulders.  “Oookaay,” Justin said, putting his pen and the pad back into his pocket.

“What is your problem, Michael?” Emmett asked when he thought Justin was out of hearing distance.

“What do you mean?” Michael closed the menu and put it down on the table.

“I mean your problem with Justin.  The boy is nothing but nice to you and you treat him like crap,” Emmett chastised him.

“I just don’t like what he’s doing to Brian,” Michael said.

“You mean, what Brian’s doing to him, don’t you?” Ted decided to add his five cents.

Ignoring Ted, Emmett continued, “And what pray tell is he doing to Brian?  He makes him happy.  They like spending time together.  What’s wrong with that?”

“It’s not Brian,” Michael replied.

“I’m pretty sure it was Brian who fucked me within an inch of my life last night,” Justin said as-a-matter-of-factly, putting two glasses of Coke on the table.  “And it was DEFINITELY Brian who sucked me off in the shower this morning.”  Justin stared down at Michael.

Emmett and Ted looked at the teen amazed not only at Justin’s blatancy, but also at the information about his and Brian’s sex life.  Michael tried to look anywhere else but Justin.

“Are you gonna order?” Justin asked him.

“Fries,” Michael mumbled.

Justin left and came back a couple minutes later with another order of fries.

Emmett looked at Michael who looked like he was about to explode.  “So, where is the devil?” he asked.

Michael shook his head.  “I don’t know.  Work, I guess.”

“He’s at Lindsay’s.  Helping her build a swing set for Gus’s birthday party,” Justin offered the information.

Michael stared daggers at him, but Justin just flashed him another smile, turned around, and walked off to take an order from another table.

~~~

Justin decided to back off a little bit, giving Michael some time with Brian.  He knew that Michael meant a lot to Brian.  And he understood why the brunette was giving him a hard time.  He was jealous.  Jealous that Justin was able to achieve in a few short months what he wasn’t able to do in sixteen years.  He couldn’t blame him.  They were talking about Brian here after all.  So tonight instead of the usual dancing and fucking with Brian, Justin made plans with Daphne to go to Woody’s.  They got a couple of drinks and found a table in the corner of the bar, just talking and scanning the crowd.

“So, are you gonna go to the party?”  Daphne asked him.

He shrugged his shoulders.  “I don’t know.  I mean, I should, right?  Lindsay invited me.  She said I’m Gus’s favorite baby-sitter,” he smiled.  He absolutely adored the little boy and Gus took to him immediately.

“You should.  If Michael can’t deal with it, that’s HIS problem,” Daphne replied.

“Yeah, but he’s Brian’s best friend.  I don’t want to cause any problems.”  He sighed.  “I don’t get what the big deal is.  I mean, it’s not like Brian’s ever going to fuck him, you know.  And that’s all we do.”

He ignored Daphne rolling her eyes at him.  That’s all he ever said when the conversation came to Brian and their non-relationship.  He kept telling himself and everybody around him that it was just casual fucking.  Fuck buddies.  That’s all they were.  And he wouldn’t let anybody else convince him otherwise. 

Just then the man in question walked through the door and immediately spotted him. 

Brian gave out a sigh of relief when he saw Justin.  He strutted over to the two teenagers.

“I thought you said you were gonna meet me at Babylon,” he said when he reached their table.

“Didn’t feel like it,” Justin said coolly, earning a confused look from Brian and an annoyed one from his best friend. 

“Hi, Brian,” Daphne said instead, smiling at him.

Brian walked around the table and gave her a peck on the cheek, “Hi, darling,” causing her smile to widen.  Not being able to play it cool, Justin smiled as well as his friend blushed.  He looked at Brian and was immediately reminded why he couldn’t stay away from the man.  He looked gorgeous.  He was wearing a red shirt with sleeves rolled up and tight black pants.  Stunning.  That was the only word to describe Brian right now.  He couldn’t decide what he wanted more…for Brian to fuck him or to be able to capture the way the ad exec looked at that moment.  Justin settled for the former.  But then he reminded himself why he decided to stay away from Brian tonight, frowning once again.

“I’m gonna go get another drink,” Daphne said, jumping off the stool. 

When she disappeared in the crowd, Brian took her seat.  “So, what the hell is going on?”

Justin shrugged, “Nothing.”  He took a sip of his beer.  “Where’s Michael?”

Brian looked at him confused, “How the fuck should I know?  And why the fuck do you care?”

Justin put the bottle down, staring at it for a moment.  “I just…have you…I mean…I don’t think he likes me very much,” he finally said.

“Mikey likes everybody.  He’s a sweetheart.”  When Justin made a face at him, he added.  “Most of the time.”

“Well, he definitely has a problem with me.”

Brian shrugged.  “So what if he does?”

“He’s your best friend,” Justin pointed out.

“So?”

Justin looked away once again.  Suddenly he felt a hand on his neck.  He turned to Brian again.

“It’s none of his business who I fuck.  It’s nobody’s business who I fuck,” Brian said, then leaned down, covering Justin’s lips with his own.  He leaned his forehead against Justin’s.  “Now…can we please go home so I can fuck you?  I’m horny as hell.” 

Justin couldn’t help but laugh at him.  If Brian didn’t care what Michael thought, why should he?

They said good-bye to Daphne and headed out to the Jeep.

~~~

Only when he watched Justin sleep later that night was Brian finally able to relax.  All day long he kept seeing flashes and images of a hurt and scared Justin.  Images that he couldn’t understand.  He thought they’d stopped completely.  He hadn’t had that many of them since he met the young artist.  Thinking back, he realized that meeting Justin fixed whatever it was that he changed, according to Mysterious Marilyn.  That explained the lack of visions.  At least that’s what he believed.  But now they started coming again.  And they were more intense than ever before.  He wanted, no, needed explanations about what was going on.  Quietly, he got dressed and left the loft in search of the only person he knew who could explain any of it.

Even though it was late, he found Mysterious Marilyn at the first place he knew to look…Woody’s. 

“So now you believe it?” she asked him before he said a word.

“I want to know what’s going on,” he said, instead of answering her question.  “What’s happening to me?”

“I told you, you…”

“Changed something.  I know.  I want to know what.  What did I change?  What do those visions mean?”

Mysterious Marilyn smiled at him.  “I can’t tell you that, honey.”

“Why not?”

“Because it’s something you’re going to have to figure out for yourself.” 

Brian rubbed his neck, feeling a headache coming on. 

“And I think you already have.  At least some of it.” 

Brian sighed, exasperated.  He was at the end of his rope.  He needed to know what it all meant.  He needed answers.  Why he and Justin were linked together.  He admitted it now.  The drawing…knowing Justin’s name…all of it…they were linked.  But how?  Why?  He desperately needed to know.  “Justin.”

She nodded.  “He’s the key to it all.”

“How?  He has no idea what’s going on.  When he found that drawing…he…he was even more baffled by it than I was.”

“Somehow he will lead you to the answer.”

“Which is?”

Mysterious Marilyn smiled again.  “YOU are the only one who knows.”

~~~

To Brian’s surprise the birthday party wasn’t as bad as he imagined it would be.  For the most part he stayed on the sidelines, letting the munchers run the show.  He smiled, taking everything around him in, locking this particular memory away in a special place.  His son’s first birthday. 

“What are you smiling about?”

He turned to Justin who stood behind him with two pieces of cake on a plate.  “More cake?” he smirked, causing the blonde to grin, both of them remembering the evening they spent eating cake and fucking on the chaise.  “Not in front of the impressionable youth,” he pointed at the group of kids all over Lindsay’s front yard.

“I guess I’ll just have to eat it all by myself,” Justin said, slowly licking his finger.

Brian bit his lower lip.  He felt his cock stirring in his jeans.  He looked over at Lindsay and Melanie.  He just had to hold off until they opened all the presents and then they could leave.  Justin gave him a small kiss, then walked down the stairs and joined Emmett and Ted with helping the moms open up presents.

*Your son’s gonna be a baseball player*

*Yeah, well, If you make a man out of him I’m gonna hold you personally responsible.*

*JUSTIN!*

Brian shook his head, trying to get these images out of his head, but they just kept coming. 

*I remembered walking away and suddenly hearing your voice call my name.*

*I want you inside me.*

Brian stood up quickly, running his hands through his hair, trying to clear his head.

“Brian.”  He turned around when he heard Lindsay’s voice.  “Your son’s gonna be a baseball player.”

Brian just stared at them all, smiling at Gus waving the yellow plastic baseball bat.  He felt like he was going to be sick.  He had to get out of here.  Fast.  He walked down the stairs and toward his Jeep.

“Brian…Brian!”

He stopped and turned around.

“Where are you going?” Justin asked, running up to him.  “Gus hasn’t opened all of the presents yet.”

Brian glanced at his son sitting on Lindsay’s lap.  He turned his gaze to the blonde in front of him.  “Let’s get out of here.”

Without a second thought Justin nodded and got in the passenger seat.

~~~

Brian unplugged the phone and then went to the kitchen to get a bottle of beer.  Throwing away the cap he turned around and made his way into the bedroom.  The loft was completely dark except for the blue lights over his bed.  He stopped at the top of the stairs, looking down at the blonde on the edge of his bed, waiting for him patiently.

The moment he saw Brian dash for the Jeep Justin knew that something was wrong.  That was the reason he got in the Jeep without even saying good-bye to everybody at the party.  The drive to the loft was quiet.  And when they got there Brian headed straight for the bottle of Jim Beam.  Justin was dying to know what was wrong and how he could help, but he knew that he should just let Brian deal with it in his own way and just be there for him when he needed him.  So, he stayed in the bedroom and waited.

*I want you inside me.*

*Are you sure?*

*Yeah.  Just take it easy.*

*Like the first time?*

Brian stared down at Justin, but all he saw was the two of them…on this bed…together…making love.  That’s what it was.  They were making love. 

Justin stood up and slowly walked over to him.  Standing close to Brian, he looked into his eyes.  “I want you inside me,” he whispered.

Brian’s eyes widened as he took a step back from his lover.

“Brian?”

*You changed something.  Something big.*

Justin took another step closer to him, cupping Brian’s face in his hands.  “Brian, what’s wrong?”

Brian looked down, staring into a pair of intensely blue eyes.  He knew that he had done this before.  Felt this before.  Everything he was feeling right now for this boy…this man standing next to him.  He felt it before.  And whatever the visions meant…whatever he changed…at this point it didn’t matter…not anymore.  The only thing that mattered was what he saw in two blue oceans staring back at him.  He leaned down, capturing Justin’s lips with his own. 

That night they made love for the first time.

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