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It's fun to show your time travelling boyfriend around the future. LOL. Enjoy! TAG & Sally


 

Chapter 28 - Sometimes I’m Happy.


*Nee-noor, Nee-noor, Nee-noor*


Justin was pulled out of the happiest of dreams - all about sleeping on a big, lazy, purring lion - by the jarring noise of a blaring siren going off outside the hotel. He bolted up into a sitting position, blinking around him in the semi-dark while he tried to orient himself. For about fifteen seconds he thought it was an air raid siren going off and then, when he looked at his surroundings, was totally confused and couldn’t remember where he was. It wasn’t until Brian reached up, long arms twinning around Justin’s waist and tugging him back down into the warmth of the bed, that he recalled where, and when, he was.


“You okay, Blue Eyes?” the big, warm, purring lion asked.


“Yeah. I guess. I don’t know how you sleep with all this racket going on though. And I thought wartime London was noisy.”


“You get used to it,” Brian yawned, trying to get Justin to settle down and get comfortable in the crook of his arm again.


Justin shook his head, squirming around, restless and no longer sleepy at all. “I don’t think I could ever get used to how noisy everything is here.”


“Well, then,” Brian rolled over and pinned Justin beneath his body so he couldn’t squirm any more, “how about we make some noises of our own.” Brian bent his head down far enough that his luscious, cherry-red lips brushed against Justin’s and kissed him till Justin was moaning. “See, now. Those are the kinds of noises I LIKE to hear first thing in the morning.”


Brian spent the next five minutes pulling a chorus of moans and groans and other pleasurable noises out of him, before Justin began to struggle against his captor and push Brian away. “While I thoroughly approve of your kinds of noises, Brian, I’m afraid I have to use your facilities before much longer or there will be seriously negative consequences. So, can you let me up, please.”


“Actually, that’s an even better idea than what I was already planning, Blue Eyes,” Brian readily agreed, rolling off the bed and pulling Justin after him. “Just imagine all the fun noises we can make while I introduce you to the joys of morning shower sex.”


“You’re incorrigible! You know that, right?” Justin snorted with laughter as Brian almost pulled his arm out of the socket in the rush to get them both to the bathroom.


“I know. It’s part of my charm,” Brian agreed, tugging even harder on Justin’s arm, to the point that the pilot almost fell over as he was trying to free himself from the sheets. “Come on. Hurry up. This is gonna be fun!”


Justin picked up his pace, following behind the overly energetic man who now seemed quite eager to be up and around.


In the light of day, the bathroom Brian led him to seemed even bigger than it had when he’d taken a quick piss in there the night before. Sheesh! It was probably bigger than the room he shared with Hobbs back at Mrs. McCready’s boarding house. Justin had never seen anything like it before in his life. He’d never even dreamed something as mundane as a bathroom could be this elegant.



The first thing he noticed when he walked in the room was that the tile floor itself was warm. How the heck did you heat a tile floor? It had to be some fancy modern technology, though, since his feet could feel warmth radiating up from below. He wiggled his toes against the surface as he padded over to the small, self-contained toilet cubicle on the right-hand side of the space and took his time emptying his bladder. It was a far cry from the frigid, musty, little hole in the wall toilet at Ms. McCready’s, which was so nasty that he tried not to have to use it at all and only reluctantly scurried in and out of there if he had to pee in the middle of the night. It was almost a pleasure to take a piss in a place like this, though.


While Justin had been pissing, Brian had started the water running in the huge walk in shower located on the other side of the room directly across from the toilet cubicle. You had to pass by the large, free-standing, bowl-shaped tub to get to the shower. Justin briefly regretted that he wouldn’t get to luxuriate in that beautiful tub - it looked so large and elegant and comfortable - you couldn’t imagine anything more different from the tiny metal tub the boarders were forced to use at Mrs. MCready’s.


“I’ve got the temperature set nice and warm for you,” Brian announced, giving Justin’s naked tush a friendly little squeeze as he passed by on his way to the toilet for his own morning piss. “Hop in. I’ll be right there.”


Justin pulled open the glass door, wondering a little at the way it was made because he’d never seen anything like this kind of glass - it was thick and solid feeling and was smooth to the touch but was also slightly opaque so you could only just barely see through it to the inside. It didn’t feel like the typical, fragile, breakable glass he was used to. It was also much lighter than he expected it to be. Maybe it was something like the special kind of glass they used in the canopy of an airplane. He’d have to remember to ask Brian about that later. There was so much he needed to ask about later, though, that he’d probably forget.


As soon as he was actually inside the shower, the composition of the glass door seemed irrelevant. The shower itself was absolutely magnificent. It was huge; more than large enough for several people to bathe in it together. It was tiled in the same large brown tiles as the floors and the walls, except on the floor, which was covered with smaller white and grey tiles. There were three - imagine that, THREE - shower heads, one on each side of the enclosure and a really, really large shower head on the ceiling above his head. When Justin stood in the middle of the space, water pelted at him from both sides and above. And the streams of water were so strong, too. This wasn’t just the dribbling of tepid water he was used to from the showers at the air base. This was glorious! There was even a large bench built into the back of the shower so you could sit down and be showered at the same time. That was absolutely brilliant, as far as Justin was concerned.



With a happy sigh, Justin moved further into the space so that he was fully doused by the delightfully warm water coming down on him from all sides. This was heavenly. He loved it here. He wanted to live here and never leave.


His reverie was interrupted a second later when the metallic click of the latch on the door told him Brian must be coming in as well. He didn’t bother to open his eyes though. He was too happy just standing there in the warm, steamy rain. Not that he minded the addition of Brian’s tall, lanky body pressed up against his back or the fact that Brian had filled his hand with some fragrant, slippery, gel stuff which he was rubbing all over Justin’s chest and stomach. That was nice too.


“Damn, Blue Eyes. You’re one big bruise all over your right side,” Brian commiserated, his fingers trailing more lightly over those portions of Justin’s skin. “This has got to hurt like a bitch. How are you holding up? Do you need another pain pill?”


“I am a tad bit sore,” Justin admitted. “But the hot water is helping. I think I’ll be okay, at least until we’re done showering.”


“I’m really sorry about this,” Brian murmured, apparently unable to let it go. “I didn’t mean to cause you to fall in front of that damned car, Blue Eyes. I know ‘sorry’ is bullshit, but this is all my fault . . .”


“Stop, Brian,” Justin ordered, turning around so he could look his lover in the eye. “It was an accident. It’s not your fault. I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse than this from some of the missions I’ve flown. Give it a few days and I’ll be good as new.”


“I know, but I still feel like a shit . . .”


Brian’s hand once again glided over the pale skin stained with purple and blue smudges, almost as if he were trying to wipe them away.


Justin grabbed the wandering fingers and pulled Brian‘s hand down, away from the bruised shoulder.


“I’m fine, Brian. Really.” Then Justin let his own fingers wander towards the slight purple marks evident on Brian‘s abdomen - the remnants of Hobbs slugging him in the gut the day before. “At least we match now.”


Brian gave a half amused grunt and shook his head, but didn’t bother to respond further. Instead, he filled his hand with more of the slippery goo and started applying it to the yet unwashed portions of Justin‘s body. He even washed Justin’s hair, turning the youth’s body around so the blond head was leaning back against Brian’s solid shoulder. It was a strangely gentle and intimate experience. And, while there were definite sexual overtones to what they were doing, Justin couldn’t help but feel that there was a lot more being implied in the gesture than even Brian realized.


“Mmmmm. That feels so nice,” Justin commented as the last of the suds rinsed out of his hair. “I’ve got to say, modern showers are at the top of my list of things I like about this place.”


Brian laughed quietly, the deep, masculine vibrations of the sound rumbling through his chest and vibrating against the skin along Justin’s shoulders.


“Yeah, that’s got to be the one thing about 1941 I liked the least. Your bathrooms back then really sucked,” Brian agreed. “But the worst part about it all was that we couldn’t do THIS in those public washrooms back in your time.”


Brian proceeded to demonstrate what THIS was, by flexing his knees enough that his funner, manly bits were able to make direct contact with the plumper parts of Justin’s posterior. And while he continued rutting away down there, Brian also started nibbling along the column of Justin’s neck, evoking little electrical chills all down his spine. Applesauce, that felt good! Morning communal showers back home had never been this pleasant.


When he and Brian had been together back in the Strand Palace of 1941 they’d often washed up together, but never been brave enough to actually shower together in the tiny bathroom that was shared by everyone on the floor. And even if they had tried, that shower was so small it would have been virtually impossible for them to both be in it together. What they were doing now was completely different.


Yes, they were still showering to get clean, but it was also as though they were showering just for the pleasure of it; something Justin had never really done before, either back home or at the base. There was definitely nothing pleasant about getting into a lukewarm shower and certainly nothing pleasurable about getting out of the shower into a freezing cold changing room. Even getting out of the shower at Brian’s hotel back in 1941, although it was better than anything else he’d used while living in London, was still a painfully cold experience. Showering for fun was an entirely new concept for him.


“What are you thinking about?” Brian asked as he continued to suck ever so gently on the pulse points in Justin’s neck.


Without thinking, Justin tilted his head so Brian had more skin to tease and tantalize. “Just how nice and warm this feels,” Justin explained. It sounded so silly when he said it out loud, but he knew Brian understood.


Brian smiled softly at him as he pulled his lips away and walked them both backwards towards the bench. When Brian’s calves touched the tiled shelf, he sat down, pulling Justin till the younger man was standing in the vee of his knees. Then Brian’s right hand reached up to the soap dish above him, retrieving a familiar, small, square packet. Justin craned his neck around so he could see what was going on, and watched as Brian made a show of tearing open the condom and rolling it on himself. Justin had to admit, he liked where this seemed to be heading.


“Come here.” Brian patted his legs and held out his arms, indicating Justin should sit on his lap.


Even through the heat of the water, Justin could feel his cheeks burning. He wasn’t sure why; it’s not like they’d never done it before. But there was something so intimate about being together like that in the shower and . . . Oh, Applesauce . . . The intensity in Brian’s eyes made his heart flutter and his legs feel weak.


Justin took the half step needed to close the distance between them, biting his bottom lip and smiling shyly down on the seated man. In order to feel less like he was on display - and also just because he liked touching him - Justin reached out and ran his hands through Brian’s hair, causing it to stick up in all directions. It was only after he’d been standing still in front of Brian for a couple of seconds, unsure of what to do next, that the older man took charge.


“Have a seat,” Brian invited, his voice deep and gravelly with need as he reached his arms out and tried to pull Justin onto his lap.


Justin wrapped an arm around the older man’s neck and lowered himself down, sitting sideways with both his legs draped over Brian’s right thigh.


Brian grinned up at him. “Not like that . . . Here, like this,’ Brian smiled and deftly maneuvered Justin in his arms so that the smaller man was resituated, straddling Brian, their morning erections bumping together deliciously as Justin wriggled around to get comfortable.


“Now what?” Justin asked, still feeling a little bashful and unsure of himself in this new arrangement.


“Now, you ride me, little boy,” Brian explained succinctly, even as he used his hands to help lift Justin’s hips up higher to ensure they were properly aligned.


Justin took a deep breath and tried to compose himself. Why did he feel so unsettled? It’s not like he and Brian hadn’t done this before. Of course, the other times they’d been in bed together, which seemed like the proper place to do things like this, right? Justin knew he was a bit naive about all things involving sex, but still, he’d never even imagined doing it in a shower together. Heck, even the few dirty pictures he’d seen before never showed anything like this. It all felt so . . . naughty. Exciting too, but also vaguely forbidden. However, Brian seemed to know what he was doing, so it had to be alright. Justin trusted his wild lover, no matter how unpredictable Brian sometimes seemed to be. He told himself he could do this. He COULD.


While he was giving himself this internal pep talk, Brian had been busy with the slippery shower gel stuff, getting Justin prepared. By the time he thought he was mentally ready, Brian must have determined he was physically ready too, because he’d started to guide Justin’s hips forward and down until he was hovering right above Brian’s straining cock. Justin gave himself one last psychic shove and then lowered his ass down, down, down, until he was completely impaled.


And it was glorious!


It was, dare Justin admit it, even better than all the other times he’d been with Brian. Physically, the sex was just as satisfying as always - Brian was a maestro with his dick, always knowing exactly how to wield his instrument to make Justin feel like singing. But on top of that, it was just so thrilling, so taboo, to be doing THIS in such an open and unusual place. And all the while the warm streams of water were pounding down on them from above, keeping him toasty warm and adding the extra fun of making their bodies slippery and wet so that they squished along in new and different ways.


When the built up ball of pleasurable tension that always started as a small seed somewhere deep in his gut began to grow, it caused delicious chills to erupt along his skin, each of which was immediately washed away by the warm water. The dichotomy of warm water and cool tingling all over was driving Justin wild, even more quickly than he was usually driven by Brian’s touches. He was so overcome that all he could do was hold on tight, his fingers tangled in the wet tresses of Brian’s hair, as he pumped his thighs, rising and falling at a crescendoing pace. And when his climax hit him, the resulting cool rush of pleasure that washed through his body was so overpowering it took even the hot water pelting down on him from the shower a couple minutes to bring him around to room temp again.


Brian seemed to have enjoyed their wild shower ride too, if the way he was clutching at Justin’s body and panting was any indication.


“That was . . .” Justin tried to find a word that would describe what he was feeling and came up blank. “There’s no words for what that was, Brian. No words.”


“Welcome to the joys of shower sex, Blue Eyes,” Brian provided with a throaty chuckle.


“I love showers in the future,” Justin proclaimed again, causing even more laughter.



They were still laughing even after they’d finished their shower, shaved and dressed. Everything seemed fun and companionable that morning. Brian had never before experienced that same level of intimacy with anyone - definitely not with any of his tricks - and even though it scared him at times, he liked it. He liked teasing Justin about his naivety. He liked introducing him to new things, like the cordless, waterproof, electric shaver they took turns using in the shower, or the heated towel rack or even just the plush terry-cloth robes that the hotel provided its guests. The almost childlike wonder with which the little blond approached everything was refreshing and amusing at the same time. And Brian found he was truly enjoying himself that morning.


When they’d finally made it out of the apparently fascinating bathroom, Brian directed Justin over to the bed, asking him to wait just a couple minutes while the AdExec checked his messages. With Cynthia taking the day off, he really did need to make sure there was nothing imperative that needed to be handled that morning. So, while the adorable blond in his fluffy white robe lounged on the bed, Brian thought to keep him amused by switching on the television. That ought to keep the lad busy for at least a few minutes.


Brian picked up the remote off the bedside table and hit the power button. Justin gasped audibly at this newest wonder the minute the screen illuminated. Brian loved the little squeal of fun the boy gave before he grabbed at the remote. Brian figured he’d let the kid have at it. He quickly explained how to change channels and then took his cell phone over to the desk to listen to his voicemail and make notes undisturbed, while the boy flipped through channel after channel and ooh’ed and ahhh’ed along the way.


Unfortunately, Brian had forgotten all about the ‘Adult’ channels, which is what he found his little tyro watching when he finished going through his messages and turned around to see what had caused Justin to go so quiet. The scene the youth was now examining happened to be from one of the premium gay porn channels that Brian had asked the hotel to unlock for him. It was quite explicit. Very, very explicit, actually. And the scene that was playing now was definitely beyond what even the average gay porn watcher might find acceptable, seeing as it involved a threesome and some rather intense bondage action.


“Whoa! I don’t think you’re ready for THAT, Blue Eyes,” Brian said as he deftly plucked the remote out of the mesmerized blond’s hand and quickly switched to the Disney Channel.


“What WAS that, Brian?” Justin asked with a worried frown. “You don’t . . . you don’t plan to do that to me, do you?”


“No, Blue Eyes. You are definitely not ready for bondage,” Brian reassured him, leaning down to leave a kiss on the freshly shaved cheek to emphasize his point. “The stuff you see on there . . . well, let’s just say that’s for Advanced Placement Students only. And even if you wanted to try something a little more extreme, I would always make sure you not only knew what was coming but also that you were one hundred percent okay with it.”


“Well, good, because . . . It’s just that . . . I don’t think . . .”


Justin didn’t seem immediately convinced of Brian’s sincerity, though, so Brian was forced to come around to the other side of the bed and pull his boy up to stand in front of him.


“Hey, you. Don’t let it bother you, Blue Eyes. I promise you will ALWAYS be in charge of whatever we do together,” Brian repeated. “I haven’t led you wrong so far, have I?”


Justin smiled and shook his head, ‘no’.


“Good. Now, no more porn for you. Especially not before breakfast. You have a long way to go before you’re up to that level of debauchery.” Brian used the remote to shut off the television. “How about we get dressed and head downstairs to the restaurant for something to eat; you must be pretty hungry after such a strenuous morning working,” the older man teased.


Justin’s stomach took that opportunity to indicate it’s approval of Brian’s proposal by growling loudly. They both laughed, and the fun mood seemed instantly restored. They enjoyed even more laughter as they tried to find a clean shirt for Justin to put on instead of his uniform shirt - which was a little the worse for wear after his run in with the car the previous evening. The first three shirts they tried left the small-statured Justin looking like he was playing dress up in his father’s clothing. Eventually, they found a t-shirt of Brian’s that wasn’t too huge, and Justin agreed to wear it, even though he commented that he felt silly walking around in just an undershirt like that and he couldn’t believe a nice restaurant would let him in being so underdressed. Brian only chuckled, figuring he’d leave the explanations about modern casual clothing for another time.


As soon as they were both adequately dressed, Brian led his guest downstairs to the hotel’s main restaurant. Justin struggled a bit when Brian insisted on holding his hand the whole way, even in the elevator where they had to squeeze in with four other people. Brian refused to let him go, though.


“I’m not letting you get away from me this time, Blue Eyes. I don’t want you running off and getting hit by any other cars,” Brian whispered, adding a blatant kiss to his boy’s cheek just to be perverse.


“Brian, stop. They’re looking at us,” Justin hissed back with obvious embarrassment.


“So what? It’s perfectly acceptable here to hold hands and even kiss,” Brian explained quietly. “Nobody cares.” And he kissed Justin one more time in full view of the other elevator passengers to demonstrate. “Except for the occasional, random, homophobe, nobody is going to give us a hard time. And thankfully, in a large, cosmopolitan city like London, we don’t have to be too worried about that sort. Especially not when we’re so close to SoHo.”  

Justin had turned such a deep, embarrassed red, though, that Brian didn’t think it wise to press his point with any more kissing. Obviously Justin wasn’t quite ready for Gay PDA yet. Brian would have to be satisfied with a little harmless hand holding for the time being and work up to the kissing.


The hostess at the restaurant seated them right away, which seemed to make Justin happy because he was finally able to retrieve his hand from Brian’s grip. Brian just chuckled at his boy even more, amused that the young man who didn’t blink an eye at flying into the face of enemy aircraft with guns blazing, was nevertheless afraid of holding hands in public. He might have made a point of mentioning it, too, if Justin hadn’t taken that opportunity to dive into the breakfast menu, exclaiming in quiet wonder over all the diverse offerings.


“How do you decide what to order when there’s so much here?” Justin blurted out. “Why is there so much? Is this some kind of special holiday or something? This is even more amazing than the time you took me to dinner here in my time.”


“Didn’t I tell you to stop being so damn adorable?” Brian teased him. “Stop worrying about how much food there is on the menu and just order already, twat.”


“Fine. But I really don’t know how you pick with all this . . .”


It took the silly little blond a good fifteen minutes to read through everything on the menu and then finally settle on the Harvest Breakfast. Brian just shook his head and let the kid have his fun. The waiter seemed amused by Justin as well, having a hard time not laughing each time he had to ask which option Justin wanted - hash browns or toast, white or wheat, fruit and whipped cream on that? - as the boy’s eyes got bigger and bigger. But, eventually they managed to get their breakfast ordered and the waiter took away the overly-fascinating menus.


Brian was just starting to relax, sipping at his coffee while Justin enjoyed his extra-large glass of fresh-squeezed orange juice - with appropriate gleeful exclamations at the amazing fact that there were fresh oranges in MAY - when their happy breakfasting was interrupted by the arrival of another hotel employee. This one, however, was much less welcome than the waiter had been. Brian scowled at the smarmy, red-headed, front desk clerk, but the man either didn’t get the message or was intentionally defying him. Instead of leaving, he planted himself right next to Brian’s chair and started talking as if he had been invited or something.


“Good morning, Mr. Kinney,” Red simpered at the man with a knowing smirk. “I hope you . . . slept . . . well last night?”


“Fuck off, Red,” Brian snarled back at him, not in the mood to deal with a former trick. “Can’t you see I’m having breakfast with my PARTNER?” He emphasized the word so Red would get the hint and hopefully get lost.


Before the man could move away, though, Justin himself spoke up. “You know, it always amuses me when people comment on how young and innocent I look,” he said, ostensibly speaking to Brian, but all the while transfixing Red with a steely glare. “And then how shocked they get when I tell them that I’ve already killed at least three men . . . and those are just the CONFIRMED kills.” He finished with one of his best, blindingly bright smiles.


Red’s smirk melted off his face and the man turned in place, marching off without another word.


Brian broke out in a full belly laugh of mirth. “Damn. You’re evil, Blue Eyes!”


“You’re just now discovering that?” Justin shot back with a little giggle of his own. “Can’t have that sort messing with my man, now, can I?” Then he turned his glare back on Brian. “And, just so we’re clear, you are NOT going to slip up again - not with Mr. Red or anyone else - got it? You’re mine until I say otherwise, Mr. Kinney.”


Brian held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, not wanting to piss off the deadly little blond any more than he already was. Of course, neither of them could stay serious for long, and they were both chuckling together again ten seconds later. Which is how Cynthia found them when she came sauntering in a few moments later.


“Good morning, Boss. So, I take it this means you’re not hungover and pissed off today - nice change,” the snarky blonde commented.


“Morning, Cynthia.” Turning to his breakfast companion, Brian added, “Justin, this is my Assistant, Cynthia. Cyn, THIS is Justin.”


“Nice to finally meet you in person,” Cynthia offered her hand in greeting. “Please tell me that whatever you two were fighting about last week is all made up. I seriously can’t take another week of Brian pouting and moping around and being a total asshole.”


“Pouting?” Justin asked with a sideways smile at Brian.


“Oh, yeah - serious pouting. And temper tantrums. All week long. He was a real bitch to deal with,” Cynthia confirmed with another death glare aimed at Brian’s head.


Brian shoved his tongue in his cheek as he spoke. “I am never a ‘bitch’. I think, if you reflect on the situation further, you’ll find I was nothing but pleasant to you last week, Cynthia.”


The blonde raised her eyebrows and scoffed loudly. “You were horrible, Brian. Admit it.”


“Fine, I may not have been the easiest employer to have worked for,” Brian folded his arms in front of him and tutted loudly, “but I don’t pout.”


“Yeah, you looked just like that,” Cynthia nodded her head towards her again-pouting boss. “Thanks for the demonstration, Brian.” Then the woman turned to address the other man at the table. “Now, Justin, can I ask one thing, please. If you’re going to argue again, would you just call me first and give me a head’s up in advance so I can take the week off? I do NOT want to go through another week like that ever again.” Cynthia got a smile and a nod from Justin, and then finally relented where her boss was concerned . . . a little. “Anyway, I managed to get all your appointments for today and tomorrow moved, Brian. I will be back in the office on Wednesday. Until then, have fun you two.”


As the Implacable Assistant strutted off to find her own breakfast, Justin ventured, “she seems . . . nice.” And then both he and Brian broke out in another spat of laughter. “You never did tell me what it was you really did for a living, though.”


“I’m in advertising,” Brian replied.


“Hmmm. That sounds very . . . unadventurous.”


“Exactly. Hence my trips into the dangerous past of War-torn Britain,” Brian agreed with a rakish waggle of his brows. “So, what time do you need to head back today?” Brian continued, reaching over to break off a piece of cream cheese bagel from Justin’s plate and popping it into his mouth.


Justin swallowed what he was eating before answering. “I need to report to my CO by five, if I’m not flying tonight.”


“If? I don’t think so, Blue Eyes. You heard what the doctor said, no flying for a week.”


Justin pushed Brian’s hand away from his food and took another bite of his breakfast. “I know, but what am I supposed to tell my commander, ‘oh, funny story, but I accidentally found myself in the future and while arguing with my boyfriend I got hit by a car’ . . . that will go down well,” Justin muttered sarcastically. “‘Oh, and by the way, here’s the doctor’s note - notice the date and the stuff about the magnetic scan they did of my brain’.”


“Well, I maybe wouldn’t put it like that,” Brian laughed as his fingers once again found themselves running over the mottled skin of Justin’s temple. “But it’s pretty obvious from the bruise on your head that you’ve hurt yourself.”


Justin nodded. “I guess . . .  I just hate letting people down.”


“Listen to me, Justin. Are you listening?” He paused till he got a nod from his flyboy. “You’re not letting anyone down. You had an accident; there’s nothing you can do about it.”


“I know that . . .”


“Good, now,” Brian lifted his arm and looked at his watch, “we have about five hours before we need to get you back. What do you wanna do? We could do something incredibly touristy . . . a museum or something . . . although, I’ll be doing all that with Gus when he visits, so I’d rather not suffer through it twice, if that’s okay with you,” he grinned cheekily.


“Actually, if it’s alright with you, I think I’d rather enjoy just walking around - seeing what’s changed in the neighborhood and all,” Justin proposed.


“That sounds good to me. I was thinking about taking you to The White Lion for a drink before you head back anyhow, how’s that sound?”


Justin’s mouth fell open in shock. “That’s still there?”


“Yup. London hasn’t changed that much over the years. I think you’ll be surprised at just how much you’ll recognize.”


 

 

Chapter End Notes:

1/11/18 - Sometimes I’m Happy by Lester Young. Even a little shower sex scene takes on a whole new look when seen from a new perspective, huh? Happy Brian and Justin are fun. Don’t get too used to it though . . . TAG & Sally.

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