CHAPTER 83: BENEDICTION AND RECONCILIATION

JUSTIN:

Jinx approached us as soon as we ascended the stairs to Thorne’s private jet. “Cynthia called and advised that we should get underway as soon as possible. Do you both have everything that you need?”

Brian and I nod, but it was Brian that asked the question I was thinking, but was in no position to ask. “Cynthia called? I only saw her a little while ago. Did something happen?”

“No. Nothing happened. She only said that we should get airborne as soon as possible. Apparently, she believes that if we don’t, you two will procrastinate in saying the things that need to be said. And by the looks of the two of you, I can’t say I disagree with her assumption.”

“Justin and I have already agreed to use the flight to talk…”

“Indeed, and I have no doubt that there is a conversation that needs to happen. But if you are anything like Jared and Josiah-  and you are- there’s another type of conversation that needs to happen before a word is uttered. So, once the seatbelts sign is turned off, you should make use of the cabin.”

I turn to Brian then. “You know, ordinarily I would be disconcerted that our habits are this well-known by virtual strangers…”

“But?” Brian asks me, even as Jinx advises that she isn’t a stranger, but a staunch supporter of all things Brian and Justin.

I couldn’t help but smile at her indignance. “Strangely, I don’t feel angry about you knowing that Brian and I need some time alone and uninterrupted. But we don’t want to put you out…”

“You won’t be. I’m lead pilot on this flight.”

“What?”

“You heard me.” At our shocked expressions, she elaborates, “I’ve had my pilot’s license for the last twelve years. I used to have an unreasonable fear of flying, so instead of continuing to dread the activity, I honored it and learned to fly the fucking things myself. I’m licensed in a number of planes, including fighter jets.”

“Fighter jets? How the fuck did you manage that?” Brian asked, incredulously with wide eyes.

“Thorne’s money goes a very long way… and so does having an awesome set of lungs, if you catch my drift,” she says, a smirk accompanying the sentence.

Both of us couldn’t help but laugh at the audacious woman. I guess that like most of the hetero men of my mom’s acquaintance, her flight instructors took one look at her and underestimated her intelligence based on her bra size. Consequently, it also meant that they would try to impress her with their knowledge of all things aircraft, and Jinx soaked up the information like a sponge on steroids. I’ll never figure out why men do that, regardless of their sexuality. I’ve seen plenty of pompous gay men get their chauvanistic asses handed to them by women more often than I care to remember. It kind of makes me wonder why when they themselves hate being marginalized because of who they love, how they could feel justified in playing the discrimination card based solely on gender, which is something none of us had a choice in as well. 

But that’s a theory I will examine at another time, since I’ll probably want to paint the duality of such a thought. But back to Jinx, and our collective admiration of her. Brian and I don’t know many women- many people- who would take such drastic measures to conquer their fears. Instead, many of them preferred to complain loudly while wallowing in self-pity at not being able to achieve any sort of greatness on their own. But Jinx was truly a special case, and was someone who you couldn’t help but respect immensely. 

It’s no wonder she, Cynthia, Daphne, and my mother got along as if they had been best friends for years. It’s obvious that they are all cut from the same cloth. After checking her phone and speaking to the mechanics for a final report on the maintenance of the plane, she turns to us, and states, “Okay, so I think we’re ready to go. Roxanne is flying as my copilot on this flight, while Dermont is going to fly commercial into Chicago, to have the other plane checked and fueled for the rest of our parties flight later in the week.”

I could see the moment Brian really registers that we will basically be alone in the main part of the plane, while Jinx was in the cockpit. His eyes have taken on that longing quality, along with something else I recognize but can’t give voice to in front of Jinx. Instead of returning his look, I resettled my eyes onto Jinx while adjusting my messenger bag further onto my shoulder. I wanted to talk first, but with the look shooting to me from the golden hue of Brian’s eyes, I know that’s going to be almost an impossibility. Whatever needs to be said in words will have to be done while we’re taxiing down the runway, before catapulting into the air and finally leveling off at thirty-thousand feet. 

After that, all bets- and intelligible words- are off until Brian’s body tells me all it has to say. And although I’m feeling an inordinate amount of nervousness at all of the thoughts swirling around in my head… Thoughts of pulse-pounding revenge and carnality to the likes that I can barely remember, I can’t stop the steadily rising thrum of anticipation. On any given day, Brian and I are combustible in the bedroom, or any other room. But when there are rogue emotions swirling around in a bottomless vat of things that can’t be spoken, even the word supernova seems too mundane. 

Like it or not- and I definitely do NOT like it- that’s where Brian and I are right now, and all because of that idiotic rat, Michael Novotny… AGAIN!

Brian and I take our seats on the near empty plane, and I can’t help but nearly drool as I sink down into the most comfortable airplane seat I’ve ever been in. In fact, all of the interior is even more luxurious and plush than I could have ever imagined. Color combinations of emerald and navy were blended together everywhere, very reminiscent of both Jared and Josiah. Everything from the custom-made marble countertops surrounding the coffee and bar area of the plane to the posh carpet along every inch of the floor, the environment was masculine and bespoke of limitless wealth while exuding the theories of importance, stability, intelligence, balance, and harmony. But when paired with the stark white, butter-soft leather seats, the contradicting feelings of clarity and isolation are only relieved by the embroidered double green and blue ‘J’s intertwined in the Monotype Corsiva script that reinforced the balance. 

I can’t deny I am actually breathing just that little bit easier, knowing that I’m getting ready to leave the place of so much pain and anguish for a little while. At the moment, I can’t let it matter, that in a bit, I will be entering into another state; to a place meant to have taken Brian away from me permanently, because of a madman. Because if I do, if I let myself really take into account all I thought I knew but wasn’t sure about, I will fall apart again. And, after last night, I know that I can’t let that happen again, especially not now. Brian and I are really going to need each other- him more than me, since this is definitely going to expose that Brian was unknowingly living a lie shrouded in the guise of friendship. 

As the plane begins to pick up speed down the runway in preparation to go airborne, Brian, who has decided to take a seat right next to me, reaches over to grab my hand. “Is there anything that needs to be said right now?”

“Only one,” I respond softly, staring down at our joined hands. I lift my eyes to meet his, before saying, “I apologize, Brian. I really wasn’t…”

“I know,” he cuts me off, and it’s his tone which catches me somewhat off guard. Usually when Brian does something like that, there is an razor-sharp edge to his voice, which is noticeably absent right now. “Between Brandon last night, and Melanie this morning, it’s possible that I need a proctology exam, since they both reamed me a new asshole for my reaction.”

“Brian…”

“I should have stayed with you.”

“I should have waited for you to come back.”

“But how could you have known when that would’ve been?”

“Doesn’t matter,” I tell him, then smiling slightly I remind him, “Home by three.”

He chuckles. “It’s a rule I’ve never broken.”

“That and the no-kissing rule, Mighty Mouth not included,” I say softly, feeling the shame of my past folly with Ethan all over again.

“Hey,” he says, turning to me as much as the seatbelt would allow. “We have to lay that to rest, Sunshine. It has no bearing on who we are now.”

“I know, but…”

“No buts, Justin. It happened, just like all the rest of the bullshit we’ve faced… are getting ready to face, and it doesn’t change the fact that I loved you then, and still do now. But it does change how I love you.”

“What do you mean?”

“That at first, it was just the idea of you. The fact that you were home, or that you would come home to me no matter where you’d been or who you did. But now… I have the chance to love you completely; ALL of you, and not just the parts that the public sees. I love that you can be the most moody bitch the world has ever seen, that you can be impulsive or thoughtful depending on what mood you’re in. I love that if I have a problem, you listen and either come up with a workable solution or leave me alone to puzzle it out for myself. I love that you respect the man I am, and don’t try to change me based on someone else’s ideal, even quite possibly your own. I love that you don’t agree with me just for the sake of keeping the peace. But most of all, I love that even in this situation, you tried to protect me, even from myself.”

I didn’t know that there were tears spilling from my eyes, until he wiped them away gently. “Sunshine, even though you weren’t sure about what you suspected regarding Michael, you knew somewhere deep down within yourself that telling me would have broken me in ways no one could have imagined. Would have transformed me before I was ready for the changes you inspired within me. It’s how I know beyond doubt just how completely you love me, Justin. Not the myth, but the man, because when you had a chance to break the stronghold of a friendship that should have ended years ago, you didn’t take it- didn’t even allow me to question myself for still having it…”

“I was just scared, Brian.”

“Be that as it may, you still had the ammunition to hurt me beyond the whole Ethan thing, and you didn’t. So to me, it no longer matters why you didn’t say what you knew or suspected about Michael or Lindsay; just that when it came down to deliberately hurting me, even if it meant opening my eyes to the things I didn’t want to see at the time, you didn’t. You didn’t destroy me the way you could have, and you didn’t employ my own tactics against me just for the sake of saying you were right.”

“But you were right about the Sap and Ethan, Brian. And you were right about Eric and Troy as well. I needed to hear those facts just the way you put them.”

“But I didn’t need to hear that I’d been a fool all this time for people who meant me no good.” He sighs then. “Don’t you see it, Jus? Even in this, I’ve had the core of who I am rocked, but I’m not broken. And that’s because of you. You’ve become the firm foundation in my life that I didn’t even know I needed. Having you here is allowing me to stand tall in the face of all the destruction around me- the destruction of friendships and certain familial connections; the destruction of my proclivities at self-sabotage; the destruction of a stronghold meant to keep me beaten down, even though Jack is long dead; the destruction of a past that no longer has any bearing on the future I could have with you. I can have it all with you, because of you. So with the investigation and trial aside, we have to fight the past on more time, Justin, so that we can finally move on from this. Justin Taylor and Brian Kinney are always going to be a significant part of us, but it’s Brian and Justin Taylor-Kinney that needs to take center stage now. We’ve earned it.”

And it’s then that I understand exactly what he wants from me. He wants the acknowledgment. “No longer you, or me, but we,” I answer him softly.

He smiles at me. “That’s right. WE. So no more diving headfirst into Pain Management 101 for either of us. WE talk, WE plan, WE live in the solution and not the problem. But most of all, WE love hard, WE love strong; completely and unashamed, no matter what we see or hear. We know who we are together, and nothing can tear us apart again. Not Deb, not Michael, not Lindsay, not Lance, not Claire, not Craig, not Russo, not the Hobbs… NOTHING! Not even us, because Justin Taylor-Kinney, I’m NOT letting you go. No matter what you do, you’re it for me. And if that means I have to chase you... then so be it.”

Thankfully the seatbelt sign goes off right then, because my heart broke and reforged with every word he spoke. But more importantly, right now, my dick is so hard, it could probably drill for oil. In all honesty, I wasn’t sure that after last night I would want Brian in this way for awhile. That was because of seeing the damage I’d done to the one person in this world whom I would NEVER deliberately hurt for anything. But hearing his impassioned declaration has me feeling the same level of horny that I was last night.

And the best part is that I’m going to remember it… ALL of it!

Without a word, he undoes his seatbelt, then reaches over to do the same to mine. The look in his eyes as he snatches me out of my seat is not only heated, but feral, and I know that I’m literally in for the ride of my life, which has nothing to do with this plane. The kiss starts off gentle, as if he can’t get enough of tasting every curve and cranny inside my mouth. As he runs his tongue against the roof, and then along my teeth, I can’t stop the shiver assailing me. My heart rate increases at the thought of what he’s going to do to me, but it’s his words… 

Oh God!

“I want to strip you (kiss), and then devour you (kiss) the way you did me last night (kiss). I want to snatch every thought and feeling that’s not filled with me (kissss) right out of your mind. And just when you think you can’t take anymore (kisssss), I’m going to start all over again.”

I could have cum just from his words alone, but Brian wasn’t having any of that. He has always been about action. He detaches from my lips with a soft pop, then hurriedly pulls the sweater over my head barely taking care to remember that it’s cashmere. I want to laugh at that small bit of knowledge, but Brian is focused on making my body sing for him. Single-handedly, he unbuttoned the dress shirt I had on beneath the sweater, while the other undoes my slacks. I swear, if I was anything like this efficient, multitasking man before me last night, Brian didn’t stand a chance to ward me off. 

Part of me wants to tell him to slow down; wants to savor every moment of this benediction to our past mistakes. But the other, more carnal side of me, is relishing in his passion. No one has ever handled me like… “Brian…” And no one ever will.

“This won’t be gentle (kiss), it won’t be sweet (kiss), it won’t be slow (kiss)...”

“I don’t want any of that,” I gasp out as he latches onto my exposed nipple.

“What do you want?”

I go still, thinking about that for just a moment. The words slamming faster and faster into my muddled mind, but settling on just two. “Mark me.”

And if there was a way to describe the look that comes over his face at my declaration, there still wouldn’t be enough words. He stands straight up, before asking rhetorically, “Is that right?”

“Yes,” I hiss, even knowing that confirmation of what I want isn’t necessary. Brian knows. “I want to wear your scent like a brand. I want to see the evidence that I am yours, Brian, in a way that can’t be denied by anyone. I want…”

“To look like I do today.” A statement of fact, even if the reasoning is different. I can see just how affected he is by my request as he slowly begins to remove his own clothes, while speaking hoarsely to me. As each strip of skin his revealed, I feel the conflicting emotions of both shame and glory, but the shame is trying to win out. I still can’t believe the bruises and bites I’ve left on him… the scratches, and… Brian clears his throat, drawing my eyes back to his. “I can see what you’re thinking, Justin, but you’re wrong. I choose not to look at these as anything but what they really are.”

“And what’s that, other than the hot and horny ravings of a haphazardly high and hurt man? I just drank anything and took anything I could get my hands on. And then I put my hands on you in anger, Brian, which is something I never would have done sober; something I vowed NEVER to do again no matter how high I was. I...”

Brian shakes his head at me, before pulling me to him again as the last stitch of clothing hits the floor. “I don’t see it that way, Justin. Instead, I choose to see it as a fringe benefit to loving an absolutely uninhibited hedonist like myself.” As I looked at him quizzically, he smiles slyly and then answers the question I can’t seem to voice with him standing this close to me. “Do you know how many times I’ve wanted to let loose on you since the very first time you did this to me, and especially since we got back together?”

Instead of asking for a number, I do the one thing he obviously doesn’t expect just then, I dare him by demanding, “Show me.”

“As you wish,” he responds, and then all falls silent, except for the gasps that leave me as he sets about doing just that.

BRIAN

So he wants to be shown, huh? I can do that!

I grab Justin by the hair on the back of his neck, pulling him hard against me again, relishing in the shiver that wracks his slight frame. I’ve never met someone who can be pliant and domineering at the same time, as he kisses me back with both submissiveness and strength of will. God! This man in my arms is still a wonder, on every fucking level! Originally when I stepped onto the plane, I intended to take my time with him, but now…

Now, Justin’s body is demanding everything that I am wholeheartedly going to give. I meant what I told him. WE will not be half-assing our way through this relationship anymore. It’s not that we both aren’t all in. We are, so, no, that’s not the issue. 

It’s that every time the past rears its ugly head, we’re back to being fucking fragile again. I’m tired of it! And if he hasn’t been, after last night, I’m determined that he will be too. With that thought in mind, I resolve to show him every ounce of passion, and want, and need, and possession I have within my soul for him. I roughly push him down in the seat he occupied just a little bit ago, and follow him down onto my knees. 

I don’t have time for the usual niceties. I don’t have the luxury of coaxing him open, slowly and lovingly. We have the rest of our lives for me to do that. But right now, I want up in him too fucking much. Wasting no time, I deep-throat his hot, hard cock.

“Oh god!” Justin exclaims as he reaches for the back of my head. 

As I bury my nose in his pubes, I entwine our fingers, encouraging him to get as much of his dick into my mouth as he can. I stay down there, until the need for air wins out. I bring my head up, sucking and slurping every drop of my saliva on the way back up, before demanding, “Don’t be shy, Sunshine. Use both hands and fuck my throat like you did last night.”

The bright fucking sparkle in his eyes is almost my undoing as I go down on him again. I entwined our fingers again, as he grabs my head hard in his hands while ramming his dick down my throat. He slouches down in the seat just that little bit that would ordinarily have me worried for his back, but then he begins to pump those strong-as-fuck hips up, while his nearly-punishing grip on my head tightens. Oh fuck yeah! He always did take instruction well, but when it vibes with his own wants and needs, he’s fucking phenomenal. 

I watch his face as he continues to abuse my mouth. It goes from concentrated, to orgasmic back to awe, shock, and wonder, while I swirl my tongue at the base of his cock. I opened my mouth wider, allowing my tongue to swipe and catch his balls, bringing them into the play. The swoosh of air that leaves his lungs is all the reward I need, but now it’s time for his. Never releasing my treat, I reach over to nab my suit jacket. Feeling around, even as Justin continues to grind his hips on my face, I find the necessary lube and condoms, just as he stands up to change the angle in which he fucks my mouth. 

I let him have control of the depth for some time, while I tear open the small packets in readiness for what I’m about to do. As he pushes his hips back, he finds himself impaled on not one, but two of my fingers. I warned him that I wasn’t going to go slow, and it seems that he’s absolutely okay with that since, instead of shying away from the pain I know he’s experiencing, he’s slamming himself back trying to get more of my digits deeper within him. I rotate my wrist to accommodate what his body is demanding from me, even as his hips speed up. At first, his erection tried to flag, but I tightened my lips again, sucking even more strongly; felt the moment he re-laced his fingers behind my head to steer it at just the angle he wanted it, and within only a couple of seconds, Justin was harder than I’d ever felt him. 

The mindless moans emitting from him are driving me crazy with a clawing need of my own. But instead of palming my dick, I force my mouth to release Justin’s cock, and sweep his legs out from under him. The shock of him falling has him about to call out, but I catch his lithe body just before laying him down onto the soft carpet beneath us. I have to hand it to Thorne and Josiah. As luxury goes, this aircraft is top of the line in all facets. But I can’t dwell on that just now; not with the most precious gift to me splayed out and breathless beneath my eyes.

I travel up the length of his body, shoving my tongue into his mouth again. He sucks on my tongue, moaning at the taste of himself on my tongue. Tongue-fucking Justin has always been one of my secret vices, on par with watching him wake up. Justin never just kisses with his lips and tongue, but with his entire body, as evidenced by his hands, which never stop moving all over me. It’s almost as if they are, once again, committing me to their own memory. 

I take them and pin them briefly above his head, ordering him to leave them there until I say otherwise. I know that, in and of itself, is a punishing experience for Justin. After all, his ability to touch is as vital as breathing to him. It comes from being an artist. But he knows better than to disobey at this juncture, since his steel-hard cock is in desperate need of relief. So for once, he’s going to let his horniness win out over his natural inclination to explore.

I don the condom, once again wishing that I didn’t have to. We’ve been monogamous for awhile now, but for some reason, Justin is still reluctant to let go of these fucking things. Hopefully, by the end of this trip, they won’t be necessary anymore. But that’s not important right now. My dick, in Justin’s ass- hot, hard, and pulsing, IS.

Raising his legs onto my shoulders, I waste no time having the head of my dick reintroduce itself to his tail. I begin my forward progression into the depths of him, holding onto his legs, which are tensing, as if in preparation to move himself away from me. It’s even more evident that was the intent when he raises up on his elbows and begins adding the necessary resistance to move himself backwards. NOPE! NOT HAPPENING! 

I release his legs long enough to knock his elbows from beneath his body, sending him flat onto his back again. He wanted to be shown my full strength and power. He wanted to be shown the full extent of how I’ve wanted to handle him for so fucking long. Well he’s NOT going to be allowed to run from it NOW. 

“Open up and take me,” I demand. “Take ALL of me, Justin.” I angle my hips, sliding along his walls, causing his eyes to roll back in his head. He squeezes his eyes shut, but I’m not having that shit either. “Look at me! Open your fucking eyes and really see me, Justin.”

I stop my progress for the few moments that it takes for him to really register what I’ve said. And when he does, there are tears that he would never let fall. They aren’t of hurt, but of acceptance. Of inevitability. Of him and I becoming WE for real this time. 

FINALLY! 

I rock into him again, relishing the hiss that leaves him. Then, changing the angle again, I tap against his spot. I can see that he’s fighting to keep his eyes on me as I do it again. This time, his hips meet mine in an effort to get closer. He grunts in response before telling me what he wants.

“Again!” he orders, and my body can’t help but to comply. I work us up to a steady rhythm, waiting for that one begging cry. And then it comes. “Yes, Bri… stay right there. Right fucking there!”

And I do, increasing my pace and releasing the stranglehold I had on my own emotions for the moment. I ram into him repeatedly, wanting to give him everything. All my hopes; all my dreams; every fucking hurt, and pain, and unfulfilled wish I’d ever had, so he can heal it. I keep going until I can’t think straight, until every emotion gets poured into every move I make on his writhing body. And by the intensity changing, I can tell that Justin has resolved to do the same to me… to give me everything of himself, and for once, to not hold anything back from me. FUCK!

I begin the process of what Justin asked me to do before we began causing some major turbulence that has nothing to do with being thirty-thousand feet in the air. I lean forward, latching my lips on the rapidly-beating pulse on both sides of his neck. I suck hard, enjoying the surprised gasps and salacious moans that leaves his throat, as he begs for more. His hips rock into mine faster as I trail my tongue down his pecs to the hard points of his nipples. I bite down on each of them, hard enough to leave imprints but not enough to break the skin. 

Leaning back to survey my handiwork, I can’t help but smile at the thoroughly debauched look on his face, the flushness of his skin against the white and red marks where I’ve left passion marks and love bites. Slapping his flanks hard, I command him to turn over, which he does without hesitation. There are a few slight rug burns on his back, but when I touch them, instead of wincing he moans again. He’s such a fucking slut for pain sometimes, and I can’t help but be grateful for it since being gentle right now is still not on the agenda. I latch onto the nape of his neck, adding another hickey right there before moving even further down his back to the twin globes covering my version of paradise. 

Fingering Justin to keep him wide open, I leave a few hard bite marks on his back, before sucking up multiple hickeys on his derriere. I give equal attention to both halves, even as he rides the fingers of my left hand hard. I introduce a fourth finger into him, just because I can. The near-scream Justin emits this time is right on that fine line between pleasure and pain he’s so fond of walking when he gets this insatiable. And I’m happy to oblige, since I know that as soon as my dick is back in his snug ass, he’s going to clench those fucking walls so tight that I won’t have a fucking coherent thought left in my head.

I bend lower to leave bite marks on the backs of and on his inner-thighs. I want him to think of me with every fucking step he takes, but even more when he sits down. I don’t want even a fraction of him untouched by me. I want to consume him. Still from behind him, I take his swinging erection into my mouth just before removing my fingers from his hungry ass.

Justin yells out when I have him just at the brink of cumming but won’t let him. 

“Oh my god, Brian! Fuck! Fuck me NOW!” 

Putting my cock back inside its happy place, as predicted, his ass tightens to a vice grip. I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming out. It fucking hurts, but goddamn, it feels so fucking good at the same time. He pushes back all the way onto my cock, and then clutches my dick again at the base, effortlessly pulling the gasps from me. Moving back up, he tightens again midway up my shaft, and then again at the head, before descending again in the same manner. 

There is not an ass, alive or dead, that could possibly molest my cock so thoroughly as the one preparing to ride it for all its worth and then some. Sunshine dips his back, lowering himself onto his elbows and changing the angle in which his ass slides along my dick. He’s still clenching me at various points, but now it feels even tighter. On one particularly vicious squeeze at the base, I feel the action ricocheting inside my balls as if he’s playing a fucking game of ping-pong. I can’t stop the wrenched growl that leaves my throat as he continues. 

Pulling him up against my chest, I begin to pound into him, and he once again responds in kind with that tight little body. But this time he’s added that filthy fucking mouth that always drives me to distraction. “That’s right, Brian. Take this ass. Show me who it belongs to now…. OWN IT! Cum for it! Spill in it… Fuck it!”

He goes on and on, as I jackhammer into him. He reaches up and pulls me closer by the scruff of my neck. I open my mouth over his muscled shoulder and bite down hard. I love the yelp he releases just before he starts back to being the bossy fucking bottom I love. Our coupling has officially slid into the realm where it’s feral and animalistic. I can’t get enough of him, and he so obviously feels the same with his next words.

“Fuck! I’m yours, Brian. All of me. Everything I am; everything I was; everything I will be. I belong to you and only YOU. Take me. All of me. Please… Don’t fucking let me go.” 

I feel the tears dripping from him onto my arm across his body that's holding him steady, even as I continue to pump into him. With every descent onto my cock, more words spill uncontrollably from him. It’s emotional, and heartfelt… it echoes everything that I would say to him if I could actually speak right now. But when he tells me that he loves me, that he will always love me, that he will honor and accept every part of ME, I can’t stop the culmination I’ve been trying so hard to hold back spilling out of my body into his.

“YES! YES! DAMNIT!” Justin shouts, just before I feel the tremble wrack him from the force of my orgasm and his. 

And we keep cumming and cumming, until there is nothing left in us but the aftershocks from the mini-climaxes still shooting off within our bodies at will. I collapse on top of him as he lays down none-too-gently on his folded arms, resting his forehead upon them. Settling into the plush carpet beneath us, I feel Justin’s body trembling again… this time with those post-orgasmic chuckles he often seems to suffer from. But this time, I know it’s more than that. 

He’s giddy for a whole different reason than in the past, and I can feel that. Not only have we reconciled, but we bid a benediction to a past that no longer matters in the style benefitting the Taylor-Kinneys. In short, we’re starting again as we mean to go on, no matter what happens from here on out. And we’re both at peace with that.

“Justin, I promise to love you, to honor you, to cherish you, to see you, and to really hear you, for as long as we both shall live,” I whisper into his ear.

“Brian, I promise to love you, to honor you, to cherish you, and to not keep secret anything that has the potential to destroy us. I promise to NEVER give that kind of power to an outside influence again,” he responds in kind.

And as we continue on our flight into the unknown, we both know that with those few words between just the two of us, with no one else as a witness, we are really, well and truly, married.

For real this time...