A Scary Thought

Justin sat across the table from Brian listening intently to his partner’s clients go on and on about how they’d met 30 years ago. It was a lovely story but Justin was starting to get a bit uncomfortable and reached for his glass of wine.

Drinking the entire thing down in one gulp, he was thankful when the butler appeared and refilled it. He caught Brian staring at the young man’s ass and found it almost impossible to hold back a chuckle when Brian winked at him over his own glass of wine.

Just as Justin had settled down and actually felt comfortable again the couple began talking about how things have changed for them in their relationship. Fear gripped the young artist when the balding guy mentioned that they had found that sex wasn’t all that important in a relationship.

Normally Justin could restrain himself during these client dinners but this news was just too unsettling and he quickly excused himself from the table and raced down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door behind him he rested his back against it and spoke out loud to himself.

“What the fuck? Who the hell thinks that sex isn’t important? Are they kidding? I swear to all that is queer, if Brian starts to not want to fuck we’re going to have major issues.”

The not so young blonde paced the bathroom, stopped and splashed water on his face then resumed pacing. He wasn’t handling the idea of a sexless relationship well.

Several minutes passed before the knock on the door came. Somewhere in the back of his mind Justin had known that Brian would come and find him. His partner could always sense when Justin was scared or freaked out. Brian’s second knock was louder and more demanding and Justin rushed to open the door.

Peeking his head out he looked around. “What are you doing back here?”

Clearly aggravated Brian scowled at his younger partner and pushed his way into the bathroom. “What’s going on?”

Justin began to pace the small room again, stopping to glare at Brian when he got in the way, all the while mumbling more to himself than anyone else.

“Really, can you blame me? Sexless marriage? Now I see why you hated the idea of marriage. Why didn’t you tell me that marriage ends the sex? I mean, I’d never have wanted to get married if that were the case. You’re only like three years younger than that bald guy was when they stopped fucking.”

Justin finally came to a stop in front of his partner, resting his hands on his hips and frowning.

“Did the big bad queers scare the twink?” Brian couldn’t help but laugh.

Justin glared at him with hatred, love and fear all rolled into one. When the younger man began to tremble and tears fell, Brian gathered his partner into his arms and reassured him.

“There is NOTHING in the world that would ever make me want to stop fucking you, Justin. You have no need to be scared. Our sex life is only going to improve once we’re married. I promise.” Pressing a kiss to his partner’s lips, Brian held him until he’d calmed.

Justin looked up into his lover’s eyes and smiled softly. “Can we please not invite them to our wedding?”

“I never even thought of it.”

Justin planted a passionate kiss on his lover and then opened the door and went back to the dinner party.

With a deep sigh, Brian smoothed his shirt and tie and headed back down the hall mumbling to himself.

“Of all the fucking things to get cold feet over, the fucking kid is scared we’ll stop fucking.”

Taking his place once again at the table, Brian slipped easily back into the relaxed conversation around the table, casually taking his lover’s hand in his own and pressing a kiss to it. And in the back of his mind he planned to fuck the fear right out of the scared little twink he was marrying later that month, just as soon as they got home.

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