Meant to Be

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When Michael found out that Justin had moved in with Brian he freaked, rushing over to the loft, hoping the whole way there that the brat would be out.

Luckily for him, he was.

"Mikey, so good of you to drop by. Come in," Brian said with a fake smile as he left his friend standing by the front door and headed into the kitchen. Lifting up his coffee cup he took a sip. "Coffee?"

"No, I didn't come here for a fucking cup of coffee, Brian. I came to talk some sense into your obviously dense brain."

A definite look of 'what the fuck' passed across the taller man's face, wiping some of the bravado off of Michael's.

"It's too soon. You hardly know him. What if he's trying to take you for a ride?"

Brian raised his brows and smirked in answer to Michael's question and the smaller man stopped, realizing what he'd said and shook his head. He knew that Brian wouldn't take him seriously, but shit, what the hell was he gonna have to do to convince him that Justin was no good.

He just knew it.

Felt it.

And so maybe he had no proof. And maybe Brian did seem happier since he'd gotten back from Europe and had the kid around, but still…

Forced back to attention by Brian's voice, Michael looked up, his eyes meeting a pair of darkening, moss-green ones…the ones that always let him know that trouble was brewing and he almost lost his nerve. But no, he wasn't about to let some blond come into their lives and steal what he'd been holding onto for more than half of his life. Brian was his…okay, so maybe not HIS, but as close to it as it got. And Justin wasn't gonna take that away from him…no fucking way…not while he had anything to say about it.

"Michael…"

"No, Brian…no. Once he's done playing around he's gonna walk out and never even spare you a backward glance. He'll fuck you over and use you up, take everything he can. And where the hell will that leave you? Huh?"

Brian's eyes dropped to the floor before flickering up again, meeting his friend's gaze.

And what Michael saw this time made his stomach wrench.

"Is that what you think of me, Michael? That's all I'm worth? All I'm good for?" Brian whispered, as if saying the words out loud would make them valid.

"Brian…" Michael whispered.

"Is it?" he asked more forcefully.

"No, Brian, I'm sorry. It's just that I'm worried about you. I don't want to see you get hurt. And I just know that Justin's out to hurt you."

"Why?"

"Huh?" Michael asked, shaking his head.

"Why, Michael? Why would Justin want to hurt me?"

And Michael wracked his brain, trying to come up with even one of the reasons that he'd thought of before he'd started on his little quest, but his mind was blank. The only thing he knew was that Brian wanted Justin around…and he wanted the man gone.

"Michael, I asked you, why would he want to hurt me?!"

Brian's shout startled the weasely, little man and he opened his mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

Nodding, understanding exactly what was going on and wanting to make sure it came to a stop right then and there, Brian said, in a tone brimming over with warning. "What I do with my life and who I choose to let into it, Michael, is my choice, not yours…MINE. Are we clear on that?"

Michael wanted to scream…tell his friend that he was making a big mistake…but Brian's warning was clear. Nodding briskly, not in agreement, no, he'd never do that, but not wanting to rile Brian up any further, Michael's eyes shifted downward and he took a step back.

"Good," Brian offered, thinking that he'd finally gotten through. "Now if you don't mind, I have to leave. I'm picking Justin up at his parent's house."

"Aren't we the picture of domesticity?" Michael snapped, retreating slightly when he saw his friend's face.

"I know you know the way out…so use it," Brian shot back before turning and heading up to his bedroom.

Resolving himself to the fact that he hadn't succeeded in his mission, but not willing to give up just yet, Michael headed for the door, sliding the heavy steel back just enough to pass through. And as he turned, now on the outside of the loft, gazing inward as his best friend tugged an old pair of faded jeans up his long, lean legs, Michael knew that it was far from over.

Up in the bedroom Brian sighed, hearing the metal door slide firmly shut, bringing a sense of closure to the whole sorted scene with Michael.

'Things have been going so great for the past few days, after the whole tricking thing,' he thought, mentally cringing at the memory of Justin crying in his arms. The last thing either one of them needed was Michael sticking his nose where it didn't belong, dredging up some unwanted shit.

He just hoped that Michael was smart enough to heed his warning.

Though the sudden nagging twist in his gut worried him that maybe, he wasn't.

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"Hey, baby, how'd it go?"

"Great," Justin beamed, hopping into the passenger seat, leaning over to brush a soft kiss against his lover's lips before settling in. "I know my mom's still having a hard time of it, you know, with me moving out, so it was nice to just spend some time together."

Pulling away from the curb, Brian glanced sideways then back at the road again. "Justin, you know I would never keep you from seeing your family."

"I know. God, Brian, I know that. And my parents don't think that either."

Nodding, Brian continued. "Just because my parents were for shit, well, it makes me happy knowing that your parents have adjusted so well to all the changes you've sprung on them."

Laughing, the blond replied, "Well, I wouldn't say that they're jumping for joy, but they're dealing…as best as they can."

Reaching over Brian laid his warm hand on Justin's thigh and gave a gentle squeeze. "They love you, what more could you ask for?"

Staring at his lover, Justin just smiled and placed his hand atop Brian's, not missing the unmistakable sadness in the man's words.

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"Brian, did you see my blue t-shirt, you know the one with the darker blue splashes spread across it? Bri?"

The older man rolled his eyes. Would they ever be free of the fucking t-shirts?

"Nope, didn't see it," he answered, choosing the easy way out.

"Hmph," Justin huffed, eyeing his lover warily as he continued to search.

Coming down into the kitchen wearing another blue t-shirt, vaguely similar to the one that Justin had just demanded the whereabouts of, Brian shook his head and smiled.

Reading Brian's silent remark, Justin deadpanned, "Hey, it's a different one."

"Sure it is," Brian said sweetly, pecking the blond's cheek.

"It is!"

"Right," Brian returned, heading into the living room, coffee cup in one hand, newspaper in the other, oblivious to the bratty teenager sticking his tongue out as he went.

"Are you gonna come?"

"Ah, well, maybe if you come over here, and do that THING with your tongue I might."

"Briaannnn…please?"

"Jussttiiinn…no."

Wanting to laugh at his lover's mocking reply, but not wanting to give in, Justin moved closer, pushing the newspaper out of the way, taking the coffee cup and placing it on the end table then plopped himself down on Brian's lap, straddling him.

"Brian."

"Justin."

"Come on."

"Uh-uh."

"Please?"

"No."

Realizing that he was getting nowhere fast, he decided to try another approach. Placing his hands on the back of the sofa just behind Brian's shoulders he began to rock his hips forward slightly, rubbing his groin strategically against his lover's.

"Please."

"N-no."

"Bri…please," Justin whispered, leaning in close to Brian's ear, his warm breath working its way through the man's body, his shiver and moan giving it away.

Feeling his cock fill and harden, Brian sighed as Justin's movements became faster and more forceful. He couldn't keep his hands from wandering upward, wrapping around the smaller man's slim hips, guiding his motion.

"Bri…please…come with me."

"Ahh, Sunshine, if you don't stop soon, I will."

Huffing a laugh, which quickly turned into a moan as Brian's hips lifted up off the couch, intensifying the contact and causing the room to instantly spin, Justin's fingers tightened their grip.

Realizing that his intentions had backfired, but too far gone now to give a shit, Justin pulled back, his eyes locking with his lover's and he growled, "Fuck me!"

Used to being the one in control, but deciding that if it meant that his cock ended up in Justin's ass, then he didn't care if his little blond became the bossy bottom that he knew he was, Brian threw his lover sideways along the sofa cushions and furiously pulled off his clothes, then his own and laid down fully on top of him.

"Brian…please…fuck me."

Feeling Justin's hard cock pushing into his stomach, Brian reached under the cushion for the needed supplies, finding them quickly and donning them even faster as the blond kept up a steady pace of grinding against him from below.

Slicking up two fingers, he locked eyes with Justin, placed them at his hole and pushed, loving the way the blond's eyes rolled shut and his head flew back as a low, deep moan tumbled from his open mouth, so overcome with the intense pleasure of being penetrated.

In and out at a maddening pace Brian worked to loosen Justin's grip on his fingers, making room for his eager cock. Finally, when he thought the man was ready he pulled them out, placed Justin's legs up on his shoulders and pushed in again. The thickness of his long erection opened Justin up as wide as possible, forming a glove-like fit along his length that made the older man moan in ecstasy.

"God, Brian," Justin panted, forcing his eyes open, needing to see his lover's face.

"Baby…fuck…so good…always so good."

The squeak of the leather as their bodies slid against it coupled with the loud grunts and moans flying from their heaving chests filled the loft, adding further to the overwhelming sensations coursing through their frantic bodies.

"Fuck me…fuck me…fuck me…" Justin chanted over and over and Brian worked harder and harder, wanting to give his lover everything he needed…taking just as much back in return.

Hearing the legs of the sofa scrape against the wooden floors as they rocked against each other furiously made Justin laugh out loud. He met Brian's puzzled expression and then smiled through his pants as the man did the same, realizing what the blond was laughing at.

But instantly the smile faded as Justin gasped, mouth hung open, speechless as the head of Brian's cock raked across his swollen prostate.

"Like that?" the older man whispered.

Unable to speak, so overwrought with pure bliss, Justin nodded emphatically as Brian angled his hips and did it again…and again…and again…until…

"BRIAN!" Justin shouted as his body exploded.

"Yeah!" Brian grunted and followed right along.

Coming down from the incredible high, their bodies cooling and breathing calming, Justin opened his eyes, finding a pair of deep-green ones laden with tiny, golden flecks staring back at him and he smiled.

"So," he sighed. "Are you gonna come with me?"

Shaking his head, Brian's eyes closed and he groaned. Resignedly, he sighed then opened his eyes again. "Yes, fine, I'll come."

Happily, Justin said, "I knew you would."

"Oh you did, did you?" Brian asked, trying his best to be stern but failing miserably.

"Yep, I did. You know you can't resist me."

Looking into the warm blue eyes, Brian knew that truer words had never been spoken.

He'd never stood a chance.

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"I swear, the next time you beg and plead with me to go to Lindsay's, I'm gonna throw you off the balcony."

"Brian, we don't have a balcony."

"Well, then I'll take you out and find one, then I'll throw you off of it," the older man answered with a smirk, daring his lover to say anything more.

For a moment he thought he'd won, but then…

"Brian…"

"Urghhh, what…what?" Brian answered, throwing his hands up in despair.

"You did look really cute."

Turning, glaring, his voice low, Brian replied, "I don't DO cute, Justin."

Nodding in understanding, Justin just smiled and said, "Well, I guess this time, you did."

"Fuck!"

"Do you think the pictures will come out okay?"

"Justin," Brian warned.

"I hope they do. Man, I can't wait to show the guys. They'll just…"

"JUSTIN!"

Getting the younger man's full attention as desired, Brian moved in dangerously close and said, "Those pictures will never, and I mean NEVER be seen by anyone else's eyes but yours and mine."

"And Lindsay's."

"And Lindsay's."

"And I'm sure she'll show Gus."

Sighing heavily, Brian returned, "And Gus."

"And Mel will probably be there when she gets them, so…"

"Fuck, I'm doomed. If that bitch gets a hold of them, even a peek, I'm fucking screwed," Brian moaned.

Moving up against his tormented lover, running his hands down the length of his long back then up again, Justin purred, "Yeah, but you really did look cute."

The only response was the older man's loud groan as his head fell forward, landing on Justin's shoulder.

He was fucked.

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