Fantasy Season 3
Part 4
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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Justin watched the door like a hawk. He was curious to see how Brian was going to react to what happened between them. He couldn't stop thinking about it and a part of him was hoping that Brian wouldn't black out completely.
As soon as he saw Brian come in, he tried to look busy. He watched him walking to the booth, pressing his head against the table.
"Hung over?" Emmet asked
"Or just hung?" Ted added
"Shhh. Not so loud."
"Why didn't you just take the day off?" Michael felt bad for not showing up the previous day.
"I have a presentation." He tried massaging his temples but it didn't seem do much good. If only they were Justin's hands. Justin. He knew something happened between them last night but he didn't exactly know what. He didn't want to ask him. He just hoped he didn't make a fool of himself, like get down on his knees and beg him to come back.
"Do you want anything else?" Justin hoped he wasn't too obvious.
"No, thanks, honey. But I think someone needs an aspirin."
"I'll see what I can find."
"And hurry." Ted added.
Justin was disappointed. It didn't seem like Brian had any memory of what happened between them. But maybe it was for the best.
When he returned with the aspirin and a glass of water, the boys were gone. He sat across from Brian and handed him the glass.
Brian looked up.
"Thanks."
"Sure."
"Justin."
"Hmm?"
"Yesterday. Did we f..?
"No."
Brian nodded. He wasn't sure how he felt about that.
"Not that you didn't try." He paused for a second. "I kinda like it when you're drunk."
"Oh?"
"'Cause then you do whatever you feel like doing and you say whatever you feel like saying. No putting up walls, no acting all self conscious. You're just you."
Brian's mind was racing. What the fuck did he say to him?
"What did I say?"
"That you love me."
"WHAT??" Brian was shocked. He couldn't believe that he actually admitted that to Justin, even if he was drunk. He looked up and saw Justin grinning at him. "You little shit."
"You told me that you still think about me and you apologized for being a lousy boyfriend."
"Apologize? Boyfriend? I don't think so."
"Well, you did. You told me everything I've wanted to hear since the first night we met. Too bad you had to be drunk to say them. " He looked sad.
Brian looked back at him without saying anything.
"But that's ok." Justin continued. "It's just you being you. I get that. That's why I left."
"So, then, what were you doing at the loft?"
"Well, I wanted to talk to you about my tuition. I can't accept it."
"Why, is someone else covering it?"
"No."
"Then you can't afford not to."
"But we're not together anymore."
"We signed an agreement. I�ll pay for your school, you pay me back with interest."
"You don�t have to honor it."
"A deal�s a deal."
"You know, you didn't deny it."
"Deny what?"
"That you love me."
Brian smirked and got up.
"Give Ian a kiss for me."
He dropped a few bills on the table and left.
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Brian collapsed on top of him, his hands tangled in the long blond hair, trying to get his breathing back to normal. The sex was amazing. As always. No one could make him cum so hard. No one. He moved his head up to kiss him, but found himself staring at a stranger.
"That was one of my top ten fucks."
Brian was disgusted all of a sudden. He wanted the guy gone.
"Yea, definitely one of my top ten�thousand." He got out of the sofa and pulled up his pants.
"Mind if I use your shower?"
"Wear it home proudly. I'm busy."
"So, what, you're just kicking me out?"
"You got it."
"why are the best fucks always the biggest jerks?"
"That is the million dollar question, now, isn't it?" Brian said with a smirk and slid the door open.
The guy shook his head and left.
Brian grabbed the bottle of beam and slumped on the couch. So this is what he's been reduced to in order to get a decent lay? Picture Justin underneath him? Get a Justin look alike? God, he was so pathetic. But he couldn't help himself. He missed that kid. He wanted him with him. But there was nothing he could do until Justin breaks it off with fiddle boy. Or was there?
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Brian entered the diner and immediately spotted Justin. He walked over to him, trying to stop himself from smiling. He saw Ted and Emmet, sitting in one of the booths, acting all lovey dovey and it didn't even bother him this time. He felt good. He felt good ever since he had decided on a game plan: Be around Justin as much as possible and drop little hints about him trying to change. Maybe then, Justin will decide to break it off with what's his name and come back to him.
He went over to where Justin was busy clearing a table.
"I have a proposition." He said. "A business proposition." He added when he saw Justin giving him a look
"What�d you have in mind?"
"A poster."
"What�s it for?"
"The Center carnival."
"Let me guess, they'r paying you?"
Brian just smiled. He knew him too well.
"So how much do you want?"
"It�s for a good cause, so it�s free."
"Christ, didn�t I teach you anything?"
"$500."
"$200."
"$500, take it or leave it."
"I like the way you do business."
Justin moved to another table and started picking up plates.
"So, what exactly do you want in the poster?"
"I trust you."
Justin smiled at him.
"Could you do it today, though 'Cause the carnival is tomorrow."
"No problem."
"How about you come over to my place when you're done?"
"Sure. I'll try to come early. Wouldn't want to ruin your plans." Justin was grinning.
"It's ok. Come whenever you want."
"Huh? Not going out?"
"Nop. Not tonight." He flashed back to the evening where Justin had asked him to stay in and have a picnic. He remembered the hurt in Justin's eyes. "Hey, I'm slow, but I'm learning. Don't need to go out every night."
"whatever. I'll talk to you later."
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"Ok. Tomorrow, 8 thirty. No problem. Sure he'll be there." He stood behind Justin, resting his head on Justin's shoulder. "You'll be there, won't you, Just?"
Justin shook his head and smiled.
"He can't wait." He said with a smiled and hung up the phone. He hugged Justin from behind.
"What are you working on?"
"It's a poster for a charity event."
"I wish somebody would throw a benefit for us."
"Actually, I'm getting paid. $500."
"What? How did you swing that?"
"Brian."
"Brian? Well, that was fast."
"Fast?"
"He's trying to win you back."
"Well, he can try all he wants. It's too late."
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"The expression on his face needs to be more enticing, but more foreboding. 'Enter at your own risk; prepare to be fucked.' And his hips need to be more in profile to accentuate his cock."
Justin smiled
"I think I can manage that." He went over to the sofa, took out his lap top and started working on the changes. Brian walked over to the fridge, grabbed a beer and was lost in thought, when he heard Justin calling him.
"Brian, how's this? Is that what had in mind?"
Brian went over to the sofa and sat next to him.
"Exactly. Not that I'm surprised."
Justin smiled. He loved that Brian thought he was talented.
"Ok, great. I'll just make a few more adjustments and give it to you at the diner in the morning."
"You can do it here."
Justin looked at him, surprised.
"I need it ASAP. The benefit's tomorrow."
"Oh, ok."
"Here's the money I owe you."
"Thanks, Brian."
"And here are 2 tickets for you and. . . Ian. In case you decide to come.
Justin stared at him for a couple of seconds and said:
"Do you want me to come?"
"Well, it's your decision."
"Brian, do you want me to come?" he repeated, determined to get a real answer.
Brian hesitated for a second.
"Yea, I do." He replied and then added automatically "It'll be fun. I'm sure you'll love it."
"Ok, then I'll be there." He said and went back to working on the poster. He didn't know what all of it meant yet, but, still, it felt good.
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"Ok. All done." Justin called out. He saw Brian coming out of the bedroom. "Here, I printed it out for you."
"Looks great."
"I'm glad. Well, I'm gonna go."
Brian didn't want him to leave but he couldn't come up with anything to make him stay so he simply said:
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Tomorrow, yea."
He just hoped that Justin won't show up with the fiddler.