The Worst Thing - Part 3
Concentrating was number one priority at the moment. Justin tried to focus on what Curt was
saying, but his mind wasn’t on the campaign.
It was back in Brian’s hotel room.
The night before. He could still
feel Brian’s moist lips on his as the two stumbled over to the bed. They were moving quickly, ripping each
other’s clothes off. Like two starved
animals. Because that’s exactly what
they were last night. Not having been
together for so long. And needing that
connection. HE needed that connection
with Brian. Right there and then. That was the reason he drove through empty
streets of
He tried to stay away. But it was too hard to fight it. He was too tired to fight it. It was one thing when Brian was in a different city. He could pretend that Brian didn’t exist then. That he didn’t want or need him. But with just one kiss in his condo Brian shattered all that.
Justin hoped that maybe just one more fuck would get it out of his system. Get BRIAN out of his system. But as soon as he felt Brian sliding inside of him, the feeling so familiar, the feeling he didn’t realize he had missed so much, he knew it would never happen. Brian would be in his blood forever. No matter where he was or who he was with. And admitting it to himself was the hardest thing he’d ever had to do.
“Justin?”
Curt’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Hmm?” He looked around, realizing that all eyes were on him.
“Maybe we should continue this later,” Rachel suggested, carefully studying Justin’s face.
The artist just nodded, quickly leaving the conference room and heading to his office. Slamming the door shut, Justin leaned against it, taking a deep breath. This was ridiculous, but he felt like that stupid, naïve, lovesick seventeen-year old twink that he had worked so hard to get away from all this time. And he knew the cause. Brian. It was always Brian. His life was great before Brian showed up out of nowhere. It was perfect, in fact. And now it was all falling apart. HE was falling apart.
But he was not about to let that happen.
“Justin, you’re ok?” Rachel asked after knocking.
He sighed and opened the door. “I need you to cover for me.” He walked past her, not waiting for her response.
~~~***~~~***~~~
Brian was on the phone when he heard a loud banging on the door. Quickly hanging up, he crossed the room. He had barely opened the door when a blonde fury flew through it.
“Come in,” Brian said mockingly as he closed the door and turned around.
From the look on Justin’s face, Brian knew that he wasn’t going to like whatever it was Justin came to say. In a way Brian was grateful to wake up earlier this morning only to find that Justin had already left. Postponing the conversation they were bound to have. THIS conversation.
“Why are you here?”
It was a simple question, but for some reason it caught Brian off guard.
“And don’t tell me it’s the Wilde’s account. You can run the campaign from the moon if you have to,” Justin continued, staring into his eyes. “So, why are you here, Brian?”
Brian didn’t know what to say. There was so much desperation in Justin’s voice. So much pain. Frustration. Anger.
“Justin, I…”
At that moment Justin was off his game, but instead of rejoicing Brian felt completely helpless. Lost.
“Everything was great. Everything was perfect. Until YOU came along. But it’s always like that, isn’t it, Brian? YOU just do what YOU want. Screw everybody else. Literally.”
Once again Brian was left speechless. Justin had just beaten his own personal record. From zero to asshole in under ten seconds.
“Well, I want you GONE. I want you out of MY city and out of MY LIFE! NOW!”
All Brian wanted to do was to tell the little twat to fuck off. But…he couldn’t. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even upset. He just felt lost. Lost for words. Not knowing what to even think about Justin’s little rant. There weren’t just walls around Justin’s heart. There was a fucking fort, barbwire, and miles-deep ditches filled with water surrounding it.
“You’re forgetting one thing, Sunshine,” he said, finally finding his voice, “YOU came here.”
He could see that the words struck a cord with Justin. The blonde stared at him for a moment, before hurriedly heading toward the door. But Brian was not done yet. He could see the water receding and a tiny crack in the wall of the fortress. This was his chance. He grabbed Justin’s arm, whirling the blonde around.
“I don’t get it. What did I do to make you so fucking angry?”
He expected another rant about what an asshole he’d been and how he always messed everything up. How he ruined Justin’s life. He was prepared for that. But he wasn’t prepared for what came out of Justin’s mouth.
“YOU LET ME GO!”
The two men stared at each other, deafening silence surrounding them. Both stunned by Justin’s revelation.
Justin was the first to snap out of it. He turned around and headed toward the door once again.
Brian had no idea what just happened or where it came from or even what to do. But he did know that he couldn’t let Justin leave the room. He moved quickly, taking Justin’s hand in his again. Pulling the blonde into his arms, he covered Justin’s lips with his own.
Arms around each other, they made their way to the bed, hastily removing clothing in the meantime. Brian pushed Justin down on the bed, then getting rid of his pants, sprawled on top of him, capturing the young man’s mouth with his once again. He just couldn’t get enough of Justin’s taste. And smell. And feel. He pressed tightly against the smaller body, but no matter what he tried, he couldn’t get close enough to his lover. There was only one thing left to do. They’d just have to leave foreplay for later. When the need wasn’t so immediate.
Brian quickly moved to get the condom and lube, smiling when he heard Justin’s protesting moan at the loss of contact between them. The ad exec moved quickly, rolling the condom on his hard cock and making sure he was properly greased before entering the tight hole of the beautiful blonde lying underneath him. He moved slowly at first, letting Justin get used to his cock being inside of him. The only sound in the room was the sound of their heavy breathing.
For a moment Brian opened his eyes and looked down. Justin’s eyes were closed. His mouth slightly open. A barely audible moan escaping his lips. His breathing becoming more erratic.
Brian closed his eyes, letting the warm feeling wash over him as he picked up the rhythm.
“Oh…God…Brian.”
Justin wrapped his arms around Brian’s torso, prompting the older man to push harder, deeper. It wasn’t long before both of them reached climax.
~~~***~~~***~~~
He felt the bed move and knew that Brian was awake.
“What are you doing?” A hoarse voice came from behind him.
Justin turned around and looked at the older man. Brian’s hair was a mess and the man looked to be still half-asleep. Adorable. There was no other word to describe the way Brian looked at the moment. Of course, he’d never tell Brian that. ‘Brian’ and ‘adorable’ did not go in the same sentence. And Brian would crucify him for even thinking that. But he was. Beautiful. And adorable. In spite of himself, Justin smiled. Brian’s hand sneaked out from under the comforter and reached for him, trying to pull Justin back on the bed, but the younger man was faster, wiggling out of Brian’s strong hold and standing up.
“I have to get back. To check if I even have a job anymore,” he said, zipping up his pants.
Brian propped himself up on an elbow, watching the blonde get dressed. If it were anybody else Justin wouldn’t have cared. He would even put on a show if they wanted to. But this was Brian and more than any other time he felt incredibly self-conscious. He still wasn’t sure exactly how he ended up in one place he swore he’d never be again. Brian’s bed. Well, technically it was Hyatt’s bed, but Brian was in it and that meant that he shouldn’t have been in there with him…twice.
He decided that last night was just a mistake. The most incredible mistake he’d ever made,
but a mistake nonetheless. A lapse in
judgment. He missed Brian. He would never admit it to himself or anybody
else, but he did. And Brian was the best
fuck he had ever had. But it was wrong. He knew it.
And that is why he went to see Brian this morning. To make sure that Brian knew that too. That there wouldn’t be any repeats. But by the time he reached the hotel
something changed. The words that he
came up with to say to Brian vanished, leaving him feeling completely out of control
and lost. And he hated that
feeling. He hadn’t felt that way since
And now…now all the anger was gone and he felt…content. Which was something he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“And you should probably get back to work as well. You wouldn’t want to lose that bet,” the artist said half-jokingly, while buttoning his shirt.
Brian’s only response was his patented smirk as he watched Justin put on his tie. “Need some help with that?” he teased.
Justin stopped and looked at him, both of them remembering that particular day. The look they shared then. The look they shared now. But then…Ethan came into their lives and everything else…everything else went to hell and they ended up here.
Justin tried to shake off the thoughts. He did not need those memories right now. This was good. Felt good. Fucking was never a problem with them. In fact they were great at it. And you should always stick to what you know and do best.
He smiled at his lover once again and, picking up his jacket off the chair, headed out.
“Later,” he heard as he reached for the doorknob. It stopped him cold in his tracks. That word did something to him every time he heard it. All the memories, the feelings from the past came crashing down on him. That’s why he never used it. Ever. With anybody else.
Justin took a deep breath and turned around, half-smile on his face, meeting the hazel eyes fixed on him. “Later.”
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