Fantasy Season 3
Part 3
Summary: Post season 2. Starts at the Rage party.
Pairing: Brian and Justin (Of course!)
Spoilers: Season 3, some season 2
Author's note: I apologize in advance for my grammer and spelling mistakes.
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"I love you."
"Me too." Justin replied.
They were on the roof, lying on a blanket together, looking at the stars. Ethan snuggled closer and sighed contently.
"So, what are you doing tomorrow?"
"Don't know."
"Well, have you decided which courses to take?"
"Ethan." Justin sat up. "I'm dropping out."
"No way." He pulled himself up, looking at Justin.
"No money."
"Well, who's been paying for it?"
Justin didn't answer.
"Oh." He got up and started pacing back and forth.
"Ethan�"
"I hate this. I hate that I can't take care of you."
"Ethan." Justin got up and stood in front of him, putting his hands on his shoulders. "You have no idea how much you have given me by just being you. Like this." He pointed at the blanket and the empty bottle of wine next to it. "I never did anything like this with Brian."
"I know. It's just that I hate that we have to struggle so much. One day, when I'm a famous musician I'm going to make it up to you, I promise." He pulled Justin closer.
"I don't need anything else." He put his arms around Ethan and kissed him. Ethan pushed the two of them down, and laid on top of him, caressing his hair.
"So what are you going to do?"
"I don't know. I've been through this last year. I can't get financial aid 'Cause my fucking father makes too much money. I can't work full time and go to school.
"Well, first thing tomorrow, we're going to the bursar's office to try and work something out, ok?"
"Ok." Justin smiled.
"We'll find a way. Don't worry."
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"I don't understand what's the problem. It's already been paid."
"What do you mean it's already been paid? By whom?"
"I can't tell you that."
Ethan turned to Justin
"Your mother?"
Justin shook his head.
"she would have told me."
"Who else could it be? I mean, I thought you said your asshole father refused."
"He did. I mean, He didn't pay his tuition last time, so why would he start now? "
"Well, maybe he had a change of heart." The woman added.
"Yea, maybe your mother talked to him."
"I guess." Justin said. His mind was racing. He knew It wasn't his father. It had to have been Brian.
"You should go thank him."
"Oh, I intend to."
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Justin banged on the door. No answer. He tried again. This time he heard Brian scream for the banging to stop. He waited, but when he realized that Brian wasn't going to open, he used his key to unlock the door and went inside.
He saw Brian on the sofa, obviously drunk. Or high. Or both. An empty bottle of beam was rolling on the floor and a half open bag of pot was sitting on the far side of the table next to a pack of cigarettes.
Justin put the bottle on the table and went over to the sofa.
"Brian?"
Brian opened his eyes. It was all a blur but somewhere amidst the fog he could still recognize the familiar blonde hair and dark blue eyes.
"Justin."
"Brian, what did you take?"
"The usual. Just killing time until Mikey gets here. I guess he's kinda busy entertaining the professor." He paused for a brief second. "Come over here."
"Brian, you're drunk."
"So?"
"So, you're not yourself. Come on, I'll help you move over to the bed."
Justin walked over to the sofa, leaned down, hugged Brian's shoulders and tried to pull him up. Brian wouldn't budge. Instead he pulled Justin to him and maneuvered him so that Justin was now on top of him. Justin struggled to get up but he succeeded only in getting off of Brian and lying on the sofa next to him. Brian's hands were hugging him and it was hard for him to get up. Or so he told himself, in order ease the guilt that he felt knowing that this was exactly where he wanted to be.
Brian placed his head in the curve of Justin's neck and sighed. he closed his eyes, and started moving his left hand up and down Justin's chest. Justin didn't do anything to stop him. He simply closed his eyes and let the feel of Brian take over. He snuggled closer and heard Brian let out a moan.
"Justin." He whispered. He grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. Justin felt Brian's lips on his and knew he had to put a stop to it. When he felt Brian's tongue licking his lower lip, seeking entrance, he snapped back into reality and jumped up, pushing Brian away.
"Justin?"
"No. Brian. You're drunk."
"So what if I am? Come here." He sat up and tried pulling Justin to him but Justin moved back. Brian felt dizzy and laid back on the sofa trying to adjust his vision.
"We're not together anymore, Brian."
"Right. You're with the fiddler now. The attentive one." Brian mumbled, his eyes closed. "I'm the selfish one. Why would you want to stay with me?"
Justin sat next to Brian on the sofa.
"It wasn't all your fault, you know. I went along with it."
Brian gave him a little smile and put his hand on Justin's back.
"Thanks for trying to make me feel better but I know I fucked up. Everything you said at Mel and Linds' was true." He pulled Justin closer. "I'm sorry." He whispered into Justin's ear.
Justin turned to him and nodded.
"Does he make you happy?"
"He's the perfect boyfriend."
"Do you ever think of me?"
"Brian." He said, not wanting to answer. "Of course I do. I always think about you."
"Me too." Brian said and kissed Justin hard, not allowing him to pull away.
"Brian." Justin moaned, feeling lost, knowing that he needed to leave or he won't be able to stop himself from spending the night with him.
Brian deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding into Justin's awaiting mouth. His hand moving down Justin's pants, grabbing his crotch.
"Brian, stop." He whispered, not sure if he did want him to stop.
"Oh, God, Justin." Brian fumbled with the zipper.
"No, Brian, stop." Justin maneuvered his way out of Brian's hands and got up. "I can't do this." he said, trying to catch his breath.
Brian stared at Justin, his eyes full of passion. He got up, trying to make contact with Justin again. He was only able to stand straight for a second when he collapsed on Justin. Justin hugged him, trying to balance himself so that he wouldn't fall down.
"Come on, I'm taking you to the bed. Just sleep it off."
Justin helped him up the stairs and put Brian down on the bed. He took off his pants and covered him with the duvet.
"Brian, I'm gonna go. Will you be ok?"
There was no answer. Brian was fast asleep.
continue to part 4