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As quietly as possible, Justin slowly climbed out of bed so he wouldn't wake up Brian. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of his gorgeous fiancé while biting his lip hard to stop himself from jumping back onto the bed and kissing every inch of his beautiful body. Then he finally headed to the bathroom to take a hot shower that he so desperately needed after last night.
When Mark showed up at his door, he expected something to go wrong, but puking his guts out definitely wasn't on the list. But surprisingly, he felt better than he thought he would. Sure, his head was killing him and the nausea wasn't fun either, but it wasn't as bad as he expected. He just needed something to eat because he was hungry as hell and then he also needed as many kisses and hugs from Brian as he could get.
But overall, the night went pretty well. Even though there were a few moments where it looked like Brian was ready to give Mark a reason to run, he actually behaved really well and Justin couldn't be more grateful. And the thought that the two could actually get along made him smile.
He wrapped a towel around his waist, not even bothering to dry his body, and went to make himself something for breakfast. But since his fridge was pretty empty, his options were limited to Cheerios and a tuna sandwich. Cheerios, it is, he thought, grabbing the box. He filled the bowl and added a good amount of milk while humming a song he had heard a few days back. But as he turned to sit at the table, he immediately saw Brian leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed over his chest and looking at him with his brows up.
"Jesus Christ, you scared the shit out of me!" Justin exclaimed, clearly startled.
"Sorry," Brian replied, his gaze still fixated on him.
"It's okay, I'll live," the blond chuckled. "You want some?" he raised the bowl higher.
"No," Brian shook his head slightly. "I'm not hungry."
"Okay," Justin smiled and finally sat down. "Are you going to stand there all day?" he wondered after a minute.
Brian said nothing and went to sit down as well, folding his hands on the table. The crunching sound of Justin eating his cereal was the only thing filling the silence until Brian finally spoke. "So… how are you feeling?"
"Better than expected. I mean, my head definitely needs some aspirin, but other than that I'm surprisingly feeling pretty good."
"Glad to hear that."
"How about you? I mean, you definitely drank more than I did."
"Yeah, I'm fine. Nothing aspirin can't fix," he shrugged.
Justin chuckled and stuffed his mouth with more Cheerios. "I have to admit, the night wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I mean, you didn't kill each other. I guess that's a win."
"Uh-huh," was the only respond he got from Brian while the brunet kept looking at him, his face unreadable.
"Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Justin looked at him hopefully.
Brian immediately pressed his lips tightly together, scratching the back of his head. "Yeah, maybe."
Justin smiled but finally started to notice that something wasn't right. Did something happen that he wasn't aware of? He hoped not. "Brian, is everything okay?"
"I don't know, Justin, you tell me."
Justin furrowed his brows in confusion. "What? I don't... I don't understand."
Brian was quiet for a moment, obviously trying very hard to stay calm, but that only made Justin more nervous. "I just thought we promised to tell each other everything. Good or bad."
"We did," Justin agreed.
"And yet you didn't tell me."
"I didn't tell you what?"
"That he confessed his love to you," Brian said, raising his voice a little.
Justin's shoulders dropped immediately and he basically forgot to breathe, then he closed his eyes for a second before finally letting out a heavy sigh. "He told you that?"
"So it's true?"
"No. I mean, yes." Brian arched his brows, waiting for an explanation. "He didn't confess his love... I just asked him to be honest with me and he... he was. I was just trying to clear the air and I honestly didn't expect him to actually be..."
"In love with you?" Brian finished for him, obviously having a really hard time saying it.
Justin nodded slightly. "I was really hoping I was wrong... that he was into me in a completely different way... I mean, I knew he liked me and was attracted to me, but-"
"And the reason you didn't tell me?" Brian cut him off. "And don't say you didn't want me to worry… because this definitely makes me worried."
The blond opened his mouth as he was about to say those exact words but closed it again. "I should have told you, you're right," he acknowledged.
"Damn right you should have."
"I guess I just wanted to pretend it didn't happen," he shrugged. "But that was a wrong approach. And I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But I promise you, you really have nothing to worry about."
"And yet you make me feel like I do," Brian snapped, then he took a deep breath and let it out before finally saying what needed to be said. "It's just that… he's giving me Ian vibes," he admitted, trying to make it sound jokingly, but it was more than obvious that he was voicing out loud the fears that had been creeping into his mind.
"What?" Justin let out a breath, completely taken aback. "Brian, I would never…" he trailed off, knowing damn well that he already did - with Ethan. "It's still bothering you, isn't it?"
"No," he shook his head. "I mean, it happened a long time ago and it's not like I didn't give you a thousand reasons to leave me back then… I basically pushed you out the damn door and into his arms... but I... I really don't want it to happen again," he forced himself to smile but couldn't hide the sadness in his eyes.
And Justin immediately sighed, hating that he made Brian feel that way. "Brian," he breathed, then rose to his feet and walked over to him, pulling him up as well. He put his hands on his chest and looked directly into his hazel eyes.
"Okay, now you're making me even more worried," the brunet let out a nervous laugh.
"Just listen to me, Brian. Are you listening?"
"Yeah, I'm listening," Brian couldn't help but roll his eyes, though he was more than ready to pay his full attention to what Justin was about to tell him.
"I messed up and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kept it from you and you have every right to be angry with me. I'd feel the same way if I were you. But-" he took a deep breath before continuing, "You have to trust me, when I tell you this - there is absolutely nothing going on between me and Mark. Nothing. And yes, the reason I didn't tell you about my conversation with him was because I didn't want you to worry and I know you hate me saying this again and I know I sound like a broken record, but that's the truth. I was just trying to protect you, but I ended up hurting you instead which I really hate..."
"Justin-"
"No, let me finish."
"Okay," Brian whispered, rolling his lips in.
"Just because he has feelings for me doesn't mean I have feelings for him, okay? Because I don't. Yes, I care about him a lot and I don't want to lose him as a friend, but that's it. And if I'm acting weird around him or whatever, it's because I'm worried about the whole situation myself - I'm afraid I might say or do something that might make him think I'm interested in him… and I know it would be a hell of a lot easier to just stop being friends with him, but... I mean, look at you and Michael. How long did it take for him to fall out of love with you?"
Brian scoffed and nodded. "Sometimes I have to wonder if he ever did."
Justin couldn't help but chuckle. "See? I mean, I'm not saying it's going to be easy, but he knows I'm not interested in him and he respects our relationship, soon to be a marriage," the blond chewed on his lip, smiling.
Brian huffed a laugh. "I still don't like him."
"I know," Justin breathed. "And that's okay. You don't have to like him or spend time with him if you don't want to. I just want you to trust me."
"I do trust you, Justin," he took a deep breath. "And... I'm willing to give him a chance. I mean, I can't promise you anything, maybe I'll call him Matt from time to time, but I'll do my best to be nice."
"Yeah?" Justin's eyes lit up.
"Yeah," he nodded. "I mean you're very easy to love, so I guess I shouldn't blame and hate him for that."
Justin let out a laugh and ran his fingers through Brian's hair. "I love you so much, Brian... and there is no version of my life that doesn't have you in it."
Brian rolled his lips into his mouth, smiling. "Well, I feel the same way. And I love you too," he finally pressed his lips to Justin's, kissing him softly while wrapping his arms around him tightly.
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Although Brian had never been a big fan of talking and sharing his feelings or exposing his heart like that, he actually felt a lot better after that conversation with Justin. Of course, it was hard for him to admit out loud that he was afraid of losing him again to someone else, but it was harder to keep it inside. He still remembered how much it hurt to lose him to that fiddler, and he never wanted to experience that pain again.
And he really meant what he said about giving Mark a chance. He'll probably be always keeping an eye on him because he still couldn't skahe that feeling that he was going to hurt Justin in some way, but hey, innocent until proven guilty, right? And as long as he keeps his distance from Justin, Brian will do his best to respect him.
"Okay, we really need to fill this fridge," Brian announced after a failed attempt to find something to eat in it.
"Yeah, I know," Justin agreed with a sigh.
"Then get dressed."
"Oh, you mean now?"
"No, when we starve to death. Yes, now!" he ordered.
Justin giggled and leaned in to kiss him. "Your wish is my command, Mr. Kinney."
The blond quickly put on some clothes and then they headed to the nearest grocery store. And although Justin couldn't really complain when it came to his bank account, he was used to always buying only the things he really needed, but Brian somehow managed to fill almost an entire cart with everything he laid his eyes on within 15 minutes.
"Do you want cherry or strawberry flavored lube?"
"Uh, I have lube at home, remember? I mean, it's just a normal one, but it works just the same," Justin chuckled.
"Mmhm," Brian hummed absently. "I'll take both. And some condoms, I saw we only have three left," he grabbed a few Durex packs.
"Or we could just not use them," Justin blurted out, rolling his lips in.
"Funny," Brian replied.
"I wasn't joking. I'm just making a suggestion."
"Huh?" Brian turned to look at him with a question mark on his face.
"Well, I mean, being monogamous should have its perks," Justin said nervously, flashing a big smile.
"Keep dreaming, wonder boy."
"Come on, just imagine - you coming inside my tight ass and your cum dripping out of me," Justin spoke quietly so no one else could hear him, but his voice still sounded seductive.
And Brian immediately swallowed, feeling what that sentence was doing to his cock. "As tempting as it sounds," he cleared his throat. "It doesn't change anything - I still want you safe and I still want you around for a long time."
Justin sighed and closed his eyes before looking at him again with determination on his face. "You know I don't give up easily, right?"
"You know I don't either?"
"So I guess we'll see who wins in the end."
"Like I said - keep dreaming," Brian replied, and just to show how serious he was, he tossed another pack of condoms into the cart.
Justin rolled his eyes annoyedly, but his lips still curled into a half smile. He may have lost now, but that didn't mean he had lost all hope.
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"Brian, I told you I don't need new clothes," Justin protested once more as they stood at the entrance to one of New York's most expensive designer clothing stores. Justin had never even been inside. Well, come to think of it, he'd probably never even been to this part of the city.
"But that doesn't mean I can't buy you some," Brian winked, already opening the door.
"Oh no, I can pay for myself," he said firmly, but then he noticed the price of a basic white shirt and his knees turned to jelly. "Jesus Christ, it's just a fucking t-shirt," his voice was louder than he intended, drawing the attention of those around him.
And Brian immediately let out a laugh. "Yeah, a Prada t-shirt," he pointed out.
"Brian, you don't have to do this... I really like my fifteen dollar t-shirts."
"I know I don't have to, but I want to. Now shut your beautiful mouth and choose whatever you want. And then I expect you to do a show for me in a dressing room," he grinned.
Justin sighed, realizing it was better to just give up and do what Brian wanted. And as much as he hated to admit it, he actually had to control himself not to take everything he saw (and very much liked).
"So... what do you think?" Justin asked wearing black ripped jeans and a blue long sleeved shirt that hugged his biceps and chest perfectly.
Brian looked up from the chair where he was sitting comfortably and began to scan Justin from head to toe, dragging the tip of his tongue over his lips and clearly enjoying the sight. "I love it," he said in a husky voice. "It looks great on you."
"Thanks," Justin smiled sweetly.
"Try the other shirt on."
"It's also blue."
"A bit darker blue. Just try it, trust me."
"Okay," he nodded, turning his back to Brian to see himself in the mirror and began to unbutton the shirt he was wearing. But as he dropped the shirt to the floor and was about to put on the other one, he felt Brian's hand gently caress his bare back, and before he knew it, he pulled him closer by the jeans and down into his lap. "Brian," he groaned, leaning his back against Brian's chest and resting his head on his shoulder.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered, taking Justin's hand in his and slowly navigating it up his inner thigh to his crotch, rubbing himself with it through his pants. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?" he asked, breathing in Justin's scent and nuzzling his neck.
Justin nodded, feeling his hardening dick. "God," he bit his lip. "What if someone walks in?"
Brian smiled against his skin. "Let them. It will be the best thing they see today."
"We're definitely going to hell."
"Yeah, but at least we're going together."
A smile immediately spread across Justin's face and he shifted himself in Brian’s lap for better access so he could pop the button on Brian's pants and slowly slide the zipper down, then he pushed his warm hand inside and gently pulled his hard cock out, giving it a few firm strokes. The brunet immediately grunted, closing his eyes for a moment.
"Fuck, that feels great," he smiled, feeling the heat spread throughout his body. "Do you want me to touch you?" Brian asked, his voice heavy.
"Yeah," Justin breathed. "Touch me, Brian."
"Where?"
"You know where."
"I want to hear you say it."
"Touch my dick," he moaned. "Please."
"Good boy," the brunet smiled again, reaching between Justin's legs to unzip his jeans and then he slid his hand inside. His cock was already rock hard and throbbing. Brian ran his thumb over the wet head a few times before wrapping his fingers around it and squeezing gently, slowly moving his hand up and down, far too slowly to Justin's liking.
"Faster," Justin demanded.
"Mmm," Brian hummed and picked up the pace, jerking him off with stronger and faster strokes. "You like that?"
"Yeah," the blond nodded slightly, his face full of pure bliss as his own skilled hand was giving Brian the most pleasurable time.
"Jesus," Brian grunted. "Your hand feels so good, Sunshine," his warm breath tickled the skin on Justin's neck as he caressed the sensitive spot just below his ear with his soft lips, sucking and nibbling it as well.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Justin moaned helplessly.
"God, I want to hear you scream... and your beautiful slutty groans," Brian whispered into his ear, licking the earlobe.
And Justin bit his lip so hard he was sure there was going to be a bruise, but as much as he wanted to give Brian the pleasure of hearing him scream, he tried to keep his mouth from completely exploding and instead he was making these hungry little noises that made Brian's cock twitch in his hand.
"I want to cum so bad," Brian murmured against his lips.
"Me too," Justin let out a soft moan as he wriggled happily in his lap.
"Then cum for me," he begged, covering Justin's mouth with his own and giving him a hungry kiss. "Cum for me, Sunshine."
"God," Justin grabbed Brian's hair with his free hand and roughly pulled his head back, giving him a few wet licks over his Adam's apple.
Then they pressed their foreheads together and breathed so fast that their lungs started to hurt. And even though it was hard for them to be quiet, they tried to muffle their moans as best they could, but it was still certain that someone must have heard them. Of course they didn't really care... well, they kind of did - because the thought actually turned them on even more, making it even more certain that they were both going to come within seconds.
And when their orgasms finally hit, they quickly silenced each other with their mouths, letting out muffled groans and whimpers between their kisses as they kept jacking each other off until there was no cum left to get out.
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"Shit. I really don't know how we're going to explain this," Justin sighed, trying to clean the cum off of those extremely expensive jeans. "I should have just taken them off."
"Relax," Brian put his hands on Justin's shoulders and massaged him. "They won't care as long as we pay for it." Justin smiled, but it didn't have the usual spark that Brian was so used to. "Is everything okay?"
"Uhm, yeah. Why wouldn't it be?"
"Because for someone who just exploded his cum all over my hand, you don't look exactly happy," he chuckled nervously.
"It's nothing, Brian, really," he gave him a reassuring smile, but that didn't convince Brian.
"But it is something. So tell me."
"Brian," Justin sighed, clearly struggling to find the words.
"Hey, what's going on? You're making me really fucking nervous."
"It's nothing, okay? Don't worry about it."
“God, if I hear that sentence one more time," Brian warned.
"Sorry."
"Don't be sorry, just tell me what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours," he stroked his cheek gently.
Justin sighed and looked down for a moment before finally telling him, "I just… I can't stop thinking about this morning… about what you said…" his voice was shaking.
"What?" Brian breathed out and looked at him in confusion. "Justin, what are you trying to say?"
"I really hate what I did to you… with Ethan," he made sure to say that name as carefully as possible.
"Justin," Brian already knew where this was going and he didn't like it at all.
"Just let me say this," he waited for Brian's nod before continuing. "I never really apologized to you for cheating on you… we just moved on, almost like it never happened…" Brian didn't know what to say so he kept listening even though it was really hard for him to even think about that chapter of their relationship. "And the idea that you think I could do it again is really killing me," Justin's eyes filled with tears.
"God, Justin," Brian breathed. "No… I don't think you could or would do it again… I mean, obviously I don't like that there's someone who wants you and has feelings for you… someone who gets to see you a lot more than I do… someone you obviously have a lot in common with… and maybe it made me a little jealous," he basically had to say that through gritted teeth, causing Justin to crack a tiny smile. "And yes, when he told me about his little confession to you, I was confused and angry because I didn't understand why you didn't tell me about it, and my mind immediately went to the idea that maybe you didn't tell me because you feel the same way about him and I really didn't want to go through that again... but I trust you Justin, I really do, and I know how much you love me... and what happened back then wasn't all your fault and I think you had already apologized to me in many different ways," he curled his lips and smiled.
Justin let out a laugh and put his arms around Brian's shoulders. "Have I told you lately what a great man you are?"
"I'm not sure, but feel free to say it," he smirked.
"You are a great man, Brian Kinney, and I can't wait to be your husband."
"Same, Sunshine," he smiled, locking his arms around Justin and devouring what belonged to him. "God, we really could have saved ourselves a lot of heartbreak if we just talked more... and I know it's mostly my fault but now I'm really trying and I just want us to be open and honest with each other... and not to keep anything from the other no matter how hard it may be to say it."
"I want that too, Brian."
"Good," he kissed him gently. "Now let's get this over with," Brian nodded towards the pile of clothes.
"You really don't have to buy me anything."
"I know, but I'll do it anyway," he winked, giving his ass a squeeze. "Now try on the other shirt. I want to see you in it."
Justin laughed softly. "Yes, Sir."
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When they finally went to pay for the clothes that Justin had chosen (with the help of Brian, of course, who made sure that Justin picked out the hottest pieces), they could both feel the eyes on them - not only had they been in that dressing room for about an hour, but the sounds that came from there, though muffled, certainly did not escape their ears.
"Oh god," Justin whispered nervously.
"Just smile," Brian grinned, clearly enjoying it.
However, Justin did not share his enthusiasm. And he could only pray that no one would notice that little "accident" on those jeans, but of course they weren't that lucky.
"Oh, there's a stain," the woman behind the cash register said, eyeing the jeans suspiciously. "Let me find you another pair," she offered.
"That's okay," Brian said. "We'll get it cleaned up later," he smiled, making eye contact with her that lasted far too long and obviously made her uncomfortable.
"Jesus Christ," Justin sighed behind him, chewing his lip nervously and feeling that his cheeks were hot with embarrassment.
But thankfully, the woman just rolled her lips in, fighting away a smile. "Anything else, sir?"
"That'll be all. Thank you."
"Mhm," she hummed.
And when Justin saw the total price, his knees instantly went weak, but for some reason Brian didn't seem to mind at all, and Justin certainly wasn't going to complain.
"Okay, that was embarrassing," Justin commented with a laugh when they were finally outside.
"I think it was fun," Brian replied with a smirk.
"Of course you do," Justin chuckled. "Can we go home now? I want to show you how much I appreciate you," he smiled at him playfully.
"Actually, there is one more place I want to go."
"What? Where?"
"That's a surprise," he said, making Justin grimace. "Come on, you're going to love it."
"Oh, yeah? What makes you think that?"
"Just trust me, okay?"
"Ugh," Justin grunted. "Fine. And where are we going?"
"Just across the street, it's not far."
Justin looked at him suspiciously but decided to follow him. They passed many stores but Brian didn't even look at them which made Justin wonder even more where they were going. But when Brian finally stopped in front of a jewelry store, Justin was completely confused.
"What are we doing here, Brian?"
"I just think it's time to pick out our wedding rings," Brian smiled.
"What?" Justin breathed, completely stunned. "But we already have them."
"Yeah, but those were meant for the wedding before… I think this one deserves new rings, don't you?"
Justin was quiet for a moment, feeling his heart beat faster. "God, I love you so much," he said finally.
"I know," Brian smirked and took Justin's hand in his, interlocking their fingers. "So?" he arched his brows.
And Justin immediately looked at him with eyes full of love for him and took a deep breath saying, "Okay, let's do it."
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To be continued.
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