The Wish - Part 17
“Aaaahhh…Jus…tin….mmmm….”
“Brian…oh…God….aaahhh…”
The two of them collapsed on the bed, panting. When his breathing finally returned to normal, Brian rolled on his back and propped himself up on the pillow. He reached for Justin. “Get over here.”
Justin raised himself on his elbow and looked at his lover with a big grin on his face. “That was great.”
“Isn’t it always?”
Justin’s smile widened. He moved closer to Brian and kissed the older man. Then he rolled on the side and sat up.
“Where are you going?” Brian asked when Justin started pulling his jeans on. “It’s after two.”
“I have to get up early tomorrow and finish packing.” Justin stood up and zipped up his pants.
“Packing? Where the fuck are you going?”
Justin snickered. “You never listen to what I say, do you?” He smiled. “School’s starting soon. I’m moving to the dorms. Remember?”
“Oh…right…you’re a college man now.”
After Justin put his shirt on he walked over to the bed and leaned down, placing a small kiss on Brian’s lips. He started to pull away, but Brian grabbed the front of his shirt and held him in place, deepening the kiss.
“Later,” Justin whispered when Brian finally allowed him to pull away.
“Later,” Brian replied.
~~~
“You know you really didn’t have to do this,” Justin said, putting a box near what apparently would be his bed. The other side of the room already looked like somebody lived here.
“Honey, what would you rather do? Sit in front of a computer screen all day long? Or help your dear friend move into a college dorm…with college guys…HOT college guys?” Nicholas said, putting Justin’s giant bag on the bed.
“Oh, I see, so this has nothing to do with helping me move.” Justin pretended to pout.
“You catch on quickly, blondie.”
Justin smiled. He looked around. The room wasn’t much bigger than his room in his mother’s townhouse. It had two beds, two dressers, a closet, a small fridge, and a desk. Just as he wondered what his roommate was like, a tall guy with dark brown hair walked into the room.
“So, you’re my roommate, huh?” the guy spoke first.
“Yeah, hi, I’m Justin,” he held out his hand.
The guy shook his hand reluctantly, suspiciously looking at Nick. “Dan.”
“This is my friend Nicholas,” Justin said.
Nicholas just smiled at the other man and Dan nodded.
“Are you a freshman?” Dan asked, flopping down on his bed.
“It’s that obvious, huh?” Justin smiled.
Dan shrugged his shoulders. “Just haven’t seen you around here before, that’s all.” His eyes traveled from Justin to Nicholas, then back to Justin. “Are you queer?”
Justin’s eye shot up in shock. Both he and Nick stared at him wide-eyed. Dan just chuckled. “Relax. There are so many gays at this school I figured you’d be one.”
“Are…are you?” Justin finally found his voice.
Dan shook his head. “Nah. I might as well be, though, since all of my friends are. At least I’d get laid. It’s a lot harder to find a willing female.”
“Well, I guess I should get going and let you settle in here,” Nick finally said. He gave his friend a peck on the cheek, waved to Dan, and made his exit.
“Is he your boyfriend?” Dan asked as soon as the door closed behind Nick.
“No. Just a friend.” Justin finally relaxed, sitting down on his bed.
“You have one?”
Justin paused at the question. He looked down at his hands, then back up at Dan. “Nope. Have a girlfriend?”
“Nope. Who needs that shit?”
Justin snickered, “Exactly.”
Dan stood up quickly. “You hungry?”
Justin smiled, remembering Brian teasing him about always being hungry. He got up and the two of them made their way out of the room.
~~~
Brian was glad when the trick finally left. He got bored somewhere in the middle of the horrible blowjob the guy was giving him. As soon as he shut the door behind the guy, Brian went into the kitchen and got a bottle of Jim Beam and a glass. Then he walked over and picked up the phone and brought all three objects over to the couch. He put the phone and the glass on the coffee table and poured Jim Beam. Taking a couple of sips, he put the glass down and reached for the phone. He hadn’t seen Justin in three days and was starting to feel…different…as if he actually missed him. He missed Justin.
He sighed and dialed the number. Justin picked up on a second ring.
“Hey,” Brian said, “Did I wake you?”
“Unfortunately no,” Justin said. “What’s up?”
“What are you doing?”
“Working on a project.”
“School just started. You already have a project?”
“Yeah. The teacher’s a total nutcase.”
“But you love it.”
He could almost hear Justin smiled. “Yeah, I love it. I get to draw all the time. It’s what I always wanted. I can’t believe I almost gave it up.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Uhm…nothing…forget it. So, what’s new with you? Fuck any hot guys tonight?”
“One.”
“Surprise, surprise,” Justin chuckled. “Was he any good?”
“He was ok.”
“As good as I am?”
“Well, somebody’s got a big ego.”
Justin scoffed. “YOU’re telling ME I have a big ego?”
“Ok, that’s fair. And no. He wasn’t as good as you.” He couldn’t believe he just said that. “In fact he was pretty bad. It was the world’s worst fucking blowjob.”
He heard Justin laugh on the other end. “I’m glad this is so amusing to you. Any chance you can come by and rectify the situation?”
Justin finally stopped laughing. “I wish I could. But since Dan is out…”
“Dan?”
“Yeah, my roommate. Since he’s out banging some girl tonight, I have the room all to myself to work in peace.”
Brian sighed, disappointed.
“I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” Justin said.
“Whatever,” Brian tried to sound indifferent, but he could hear Justin chuckle again. He knew the blonde didn’t buy his act. “I gotta go.”
“Ok. Get some sleep, old man,” Justin said, laughing.
“Fuck you.”
He hung up after hearing more laughter on the other end.
~~~
The next two weeks Justin spent working, going to classes, doing his homework, hanging out with Dan and his friends, and just generally enjoying college life. He saw Brian only once, not counting seeing the boys during his shifts at the diner. He missed Brian, but the time seemed to fly by.
Tonight Justin got dressed and along with Dan and three of his friends went to Babylon to unwind after a stressful week. The moment he walked inside he searched the crowd for one man in particular. A huge smile spread across his face when his eyes met Brian’s.
Brian felt a shiver run down his spine when his eyes landed on the blonde twink who just walked in. He would never admit it but he missed Justin. He knew he couldn’t complain, not that he would, because school came first. That was the only important thing right now for Justin. He smiled as he watched his little artiste move through the crowd toward him, but his smile quickly faded when he saw four other men following the blonde.
“Hey,” Justin said, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey yourself,” Brian replied, giving Justin a sloppy kiss. “Why aren’t you home packing a lunch box for school tomorrow?”
“No class tomorrow,” Justin replied.
Brian’s eyes traveled to the four men standing behind Justin. Justin quickly remembered his manners and introduced his new friends to Brian’s old ones. Ignoring the twinge in the pit of his stomach, Brian turned to Justin once again. “So, why did you decide to grace us with your presence?”
“We’re celebrating,” Dan butted in.
Brian shot a glance at him, then arched an eyebrow at Justin. “Celebrating?”
“Yeah,” Justin smiled, “The dean saw my work and he wants me to enter it in the fall show. I’m the only freshman who has his work in the show.”
Brian couldn’t remember when was the last time he felt so proud of another person’s achievement. He wanted to take Justin in his arms, take him to the loft, and celebrate properly, but just then one of Justin’s newest friends pinched his ass as the three of them headed to the dance floor. And Brian felt the pang in his stomach grow. “That’s great.”
Justin’s smile disappeared. He hoped Brian would be happy for him, proud of him. But if it was possible, Brian looked even more nonchalant than usual. He didn’t care. Justin felt a lump in his throat. He coughed, trying to get rid of it. “You want…you wanna dance?” he was finally able to ask, hoping Brian wouldn’t notice how upset he was.
Brian shook his head, “No.” He looked over at a tall buff guy standing by the bar. “Maybe some other time.”
“What is the matter with you?” Now Justin was getting angry.
“Nothing. I’m great. I’m perfect. In fact, I’m fabulous.”
“I haven’t seen you in God knows how long and you…”
“What? What did you expect? That I would sit by the phone missing you? Wait until you get the whole college scene out of your system? Well, I didn’t. I didn’t miss you. I’ve been busy with…” he looked over at the guy by the bar again. “Bigger…and better things.” He turned away from Justin and made his way toward the bar. Not turning around. Never turning around.
~~~
Brian walked out of the backroom, his eyes scanning the crowd, searching for a certain blonde. He felt like shit the moment he turned and walked away from Justin. But he needed to make a point. He didn’t miss Justin. Brian Kinney didn’t miss anybody. And now that Justin was nowhere in sight Brian wondered who he was trying to convince of that fact more…Justin? Or himself?
~~~
“What the fuck is his problem?” Justin asked, slumping down on the bed next to Nicholas, a half-empty bottle of scotch in his hand.
“He’s a selfish prick,” Nick concluded, taking a puff out of a joint. “And he’s jealous.”
Justin scoffed, “Ha! Like that would ever happen. We’re talking about Brian Kinney, remember?” Justin took the joint out of Nick’s hand and took a drag, then handed it back. “He thinks that I’m just gonna follow him like some lovesick puppy. That’s what he fucking wants.” He took another chug out of the bottle.
“Let’s be rational here,” Nick said, trying to sit up and falling back on the bed. They laughed as Nick tried hard to regain his balance. Finally, giving up, Nick just turned on his side and looked down at Justin who was lying next to him. “He just misses you. That’s all.”
“Yeah, right,” Justin snickered. He felt depressed and lonely. “He didn’t even congratulate me.”
Nicholas sighed, stroking Justin’s hair. “Maybe it’s something in the water…lovers suddenly turn into assholes.”
Justin looked up at Nick. He didn’t even need to ask IF they had a fight anymore. “What was it about this time?”
Nick shrugged, “I asked him to move in.”
“You didn’t,” Justin said, his mouth opening wide. “Oh my God!”
“He said no.”
Justin’s face fell. “Sorry.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you’re right. It’s definitely something in the water,” Justin concluded closing his eyes. He relaxed under the feel of Nick’s fingers running through his hair. It felt so good. Better than he had felt all evening. His eyes fluttered open and met another pair of blue ones staring back at him. And then he felt Nick’s lips on his.
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