Meant to Be

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The light streaming through the slightly parted drapes made its way into the room giving Brian his silent wake-up call. He stretched and yawned before cracking his sleepy eyes open, happy to find an awake and smiling blond staring down at him.

"Morning, Sunshine."

A little taken back but thrilled with the endearment, Justin's smile beamed even brighter. "Good morning." And he couldn't help himself. "Sunshine?" he asked with amusement.

Brian just shrugged his broad shoulders, also wondering where the hell the name had come from, and smiled. It just fit…perfectly. "Sleep well?"

"Mmm, the best. Nothing beats having a tall, gorgeous man wrapped around you."

Brian's smile widened, very used to be told that he was good looking, but never enjoying it more. He reached up, his lips meeting Justin's in a soft but lingering kiss that seemed to bring all the feelings from the previous night to the surface and as he pulled back, his eyes locking with Justin's, he knew that what they shared was something different…something that he wanted more of.

Not able to resist, Brian reached up, running his thumb across Justin's full and almost pouting bottom lip then upwards along the softness of his cheek and forehead, gently brushing the stray golden hairs back, and he smiled. He felt the warm buzz of emotion running through him and quietly whispered, "Meant to be."

Justin's brows furrowed, not quite sure if he'd heard right but hoping desperately that he had.

Again, Brian's fingers played across the flawless skin of Justin's face, running downward along his graceful neck, continuing around his tight, pink nipples, his eyes following the remarkable path before flitting upward to meet the most incredible pair of blue eyes that he'd ever seen.

"Us, Justin, we were meant to be." And Brian paused, not sure how far to go…never having even ventured that way before.

But for the first time in his fairly miserable life, he knew…he just knew that it was right. He'd found what he'd always discounted as bullshit while still secretly hoping from someplace deep down inside of him that one day it would really come true. Love, fucking love…he wanted to laugh out loud at his own absurdity. But as he watched the dew gather in the corners of Justin's eyes, nearly brimming over, he knew that he wasn't making the journey alone.

Gathering up all the courage he could muster, and knowing for certain that what he was about to say was the truth, Brian breathed, "I love you, Justin. I fucking love you."

If there were ever any more beautiful words to be heard, Justin didn't think so. His heart leapt in his chest, beating at an immeasurable rate as the tears threatening finally spilled over, running down his cheeks freely as his body sprang forward, latching onto Brian with complete determination. "I love you, too, Brian…I love you…I love you…"

Separately they'd never felt more complete…and together they knew that they could fucking rule the world.

"Make love to me, God, Brian, please make love to me."

Brian moved back, needing to see his lover's face and growled, having never felt the need more desperately to be inside someone else than he did at that moment.

Reaching to the nightstand he pulled back a condom and the lube, quickly tearing open the foil packet with his teeth and slipping out the latex disc. Brian's hands were stopped as they moved the condom downwards and hazel eyes shot up, meeting intense blue ones as Justin gently took the thin sheath.

"Let me." His voice dripping with lust, Justin eagerly sheathed his lover's dick, unable to resist gliding his hand up and down the steel rod, loving the immediate reaction as Brian moaned out loud.

"Justin, st-stop or I'll never make it inside you," Brian warned, gently removing the strong hand from his cock and taking a deep breath. "Fuck, what you do to me already," he laughed softly, shaking his head in amazement, leaning forward, brushing his lips over Justin's.

"Mmm, you taste so good…feel so good…"

"You too, Sunshine, you too."

And Justin's smile beamed through his pants, his heart soaring and his mind reeling as Brian's slick fingers entered him…then his cock…and they moved together as one…shouting out their mind-blowing release…easing down, spent and exhausted and happier than either one had ever been before…whispering gentle words of love and promise as they drifted off together.

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"No, I don't wanna get up. I never, ever want to leave this bed…this room. Fuck the real world. Make them go away."

Brian laughed, his hands running leisurely up and down Justin's side as the man squirmed away from the tickling fingers.

"Justin, we've gotta get back," Brian stated, rather sad himself about the fact and wishing that they could just fall back and go with Justin's plan. Suddenly he realized something. "Fuck, Justin, your parents…they must be going nuts, not knowing where you are."

Yawning, Justin said, "Don't worry, I called them last night from the restaurant and told them not to wait up."

"You did?" Brian was sort of shocked. "And how did you know that you wouldn't be going home?"

Realizing what he'd done, Justin leaned up on his elbows, grinning sheepishly and answered, "Busted."

"Yeah, busted is right, you little shit. You had me played all along. Gonna spend the night with me, huh? Acting like little Mr. Innocent when all along you were planning on fucking my brains out, is that right?" Brian asked teasingly, his fingers resuming their attack on the pale, helpless body.

"No, no, Brian…I…I…stop…" Justin shouted through his laughter, trying to gain some sort of control.

"Yeah, you try, little boy, but I'm on to you."

"God, Brian, I'm gonna puke…please, stop," the younger man begged playfully.

"Alright, alright, just don't barf on me," Brian said in mock disgust, a huge smile on his face as he finally let Justin go. "But," he said warningly, unfortunately not coming across as sternly as desired since he couldn't keep his lips from turning up uncontrollably. "Next time you wanna be with me, just ask."

"Yes, Sir," Justin said in mock salute, earning himself a firm smack on his behind. "Hey, watch it, that's delicate."

"Hmph," Brian answered, rubbing his hand across the not so delicate but definitely perfect cheek.

"Brian."

Hearing the soft moan, Brian's eyes shifted, becoming quite aware of Justin's growing erection as his hand continued to caress the blond's supple flesh. He smiled and shook his head, wondering already if this kid…no, man…was going to be the death of him. But as his smile widened and his fingers moved across, latching onto the man's beautiful cock he knew that he couldn't think of a better way to go.

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"So, um, what now?"

"I think that at work it'd be best for you if we acted like nothing happened. Like we did before yesterday. I wouldn't want to get you in any kind of trouble."

Nodding, realizing that Brian definitely made sense, Justin swallowed the lump forming in his throat and asked, "And…and then what?"

Brian smiled, his fingers brushing across the softness of Justin's flawless cheek and said, "Now we move forward." He knew that he was older and maybe should have all the answers, but he didn't. He was just as new to all of this as Justin was. Pathetic, but true and he didn't have a clue as to what they were supposed to do or exactly how to proceed. But he did know one thing for sure. He wanted Justin with him. He needed him with him. So having faith in himself and the other man he said, "I…I was hoping that when I leave on Thursday, we could, um, you could come over to my place." The words were so soft and low, the man's fear of rejection so clear.

"I'd love to."

Brian knew at that moment that his smile, while not as perfect as Justin's, could definitely rival it. "I love you, Justin," he whispered, pulling the smaller frame into an embrace, his heart tightening as he head the same words whispered back.

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"Justin."

"Sorry, Mom, I've gotta get ready for work," the blond said, tearing up the stairs, slamming his bedroom door behind him.

Shaking her head, Jennifer wondered just where her son had spent the night, not buying into the whole Daphne excuse. She sighed, silently relieved that her husband had already left for the office. The last thing she needed was his questioning glare and unwanted inquisition. She had her own suspicions about her son, but eagerly pushed them to the back of her mind, not wanting to dwell on things that she could neither confirm nor control. She vaguely recalled the saying that ignorance was bliss…and right at that moment she believed it to be true.

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"Hey, Justin, how's it going today?"

"Great, Alex, just great."

Nodding, the therapist realized that he'd gotten the exact same response from Brian that morning when he'd asked him the same question. He smiled as he turned and headed toward his office, happy that maybe things were looking up for both men.

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"Brian, hey."

Brian's breath caught from the casual greeting as it was whispered so intimately that he could have sworn that the blond's lips had brushed against his.

"Hey," he returned, hoping that Justin felt the same thing in return. The man's bright smile let him know that he did. "So, have a good night last night? Do anything special?" Brian asked playfully.

Instantly Justin blushed as he looked around the rather crowded patio and smiled while trying to calm his breathing. "Uh, yeah, no, I mean, yes, yes, I had a nice evening and uh, no, I didn't, well, actually, I did…"

Brian decided to relieve the man of his misery as he spoke quietly, leaning toward him. "Well, I had the most amazing night. The best one ever."

And again, Justin blushed, but this time his eyes sparkling with confidence and love.

For the remainder of Brian's stay at The Spa, both men tried to act normal…well, as normal as before their first night together. They spent all of their free time together, Justin happy to dote on Brian as he did before and Brian lapping it up just as he had.

They hadn't been able to spend any truly private time together, only able to sneak quick kisses and swift caresses, not wanting to get caught.

Both of them were counting the days…hours…minutes until they would be free to do as they pleased.

The only one who seemed to figure things out was Alex, Brian's therapist. Having had the older of the pair confide in him on several occasions as to the cause of him ending up at their little retreat, he was more than thrilled with the development. He truly believed that what Brian needed more than anything in his life was love…pure and simple. And from what he'd witnessed between the two men, it was there, in abundance.

Justin was also counting the days until he was done working at The Spa. He knew that once Brian was gone the place would seem empty and his days long and tedious. He only had two weeks left in his summer employment there and wondered if maybe he could cut it short. With that thought in mind he made an appointment with Mr. Brant, the director, pouring on the drama as he made up a very plausible reason why he needed to end a week earlier than originally intended.

The man bought it hook, line and sinker and Justin left his office with a huge smile plastered across his very satisfied face.

He couldn't wait to tell Brian.

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"Hey, guess what?" Justin asked, almost skipping into his lover's room, catching the man by surprise as he was packing.

"What?" Brian asked, sitting down on his bed, giving the younger man his full attention.

"I'm gonna be finished here a whole week early. So now I only have to suffer through one more miserable week here without you. Isn't that great?"

"Hey, that's great. But, uh, why aren't you staying until the end?"

Pursing his lips then drawing the lower one between his teeth, Justin's eyes shifted downward before flitting back up to meet Brian's. Hesitantly he said, "Well, uh, I kinda made up a story to get me out of it."

"What? You? No!" Brian stated in mock disbelief.

Justin slapped playfully at the older man's stomach and smiled, wrinkling his nose in that adorable way he had. "Yeah, I, um, I told Mr. Brant that I had to help my dad out at his office because his assistant was taking an unexpected leave due to his sick grandmother. So, he said he understood, was sorry to see me go and that he hoped everything worked out well."

"You are so bad," Brian laughed.

"You don't know the half of it," Justin agreed, his voice low and seductive, his eyes sparkling as he noticed the distinct rise in the front of his lover's pants.

"Bad…bad boy."

Justin just smiled.

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"Brian, it's good to see you looking so well. Please, don't hesitate to visit us again if you feel the need. In the meantime, take care and remember to relax, that's the key."

Brian just nodded, listening to the director, Mr. Brant's encouraging words, all the while knowing that what the key really was, was Justin.

"Alex, thank you for everything. I seriously doubt I'd have been able to get this far without having had your ear for the bending," Brian said with a slight laugh, desperately needing to deflect some of the emotion he was feeling.

"It was all you, Brian. I hope that I helped in making you understand that where you come from and what you endured, well, it's your call now what you accept and don't. You're not that scared, helpless child anymore. YOU have control over your life…not the past. Remember that." And then the therapist leaned in close and whispered, "And don't let Justin go."

Pulling back slightly startled, Brian just smiled, his eyes meeting Alex's and he knew that the man had never uttered more perfect advice.

As Brian climbed into his Jeep, he couldn't help looking back. The Spa. He knew that he'd never forget the time he'd spent there and as he noticed a lone figure watching him through the clear glass front doors, he smiled, knowing that because of Justin he'd always have a little piece of it with him.

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"Hey, come up."

Brian unlocked the front door, sliding the heavy steel back as he stood waiting, anxiously. He heard footsteps moving closer and closer until finally he spotted a blond head rounding the corner.

"Hey," Brian shouted a little too enthusiastically then tried to calm down. 'Fuck, I'm like a goddamned teenager,' he thought. But as Justin approached and he felt the warmth of his blinding smile wash over him he couldn't help but eagerly step forward to meet him, inadvertently bumping against the blond as he rushed toward him.

They both broke out in a giddy laughter, pressing their lips together in a gentle kiss.

"Come on in," Brian said, stepping back into the loft with Justin following him. He slid the door closed and locked it…not wanting any interruptions.

"Wow, this place is great."

"Thanks," Brian accepted, happy with the man's approval. "Would you like a drink?"

"Sure."

Brian turned and headed for the kitchen. Pulling the fridge door open he grabbed a bottle of water and one of beer, then turned, letting the door close behind him and asked, "Uh, water or…" But his voice trailed off as he found himself faced with an empty room. "Justin?"

"Up here."

His head snapped toward the bedroom, his eyes vaguely making out the form of a body lying in his bed and his heart began beating a little faster.

"You gonna join me?"

Before he knew it his feet were moving and he'd climbed the few steps up to the bedroom then stood staring wordlessly at the incredible naked man spread out before him, his pale skin even more dramatic against the deep-sapphire duvet.

"Mmm, this is so soft," Justin purred, running his hands up and down the velvet comforter.

"Yeah, soft," Brian murmured, still in a daze. He swallowed hard and cleared his throat, taking a step forward, suddenly realizing that he still held the two unopened and unoffered bottles in his hand. Shaking his head he quickly placed them on the nightstand then climbed onto the bed, lying, still fully clothed, on top of his lover.

"Brian, a little eager?" Justin laughed, pulling at the older man's shirt.

"Hmm, very."

And that was all the words that were spoken for several minutes. Lots of moans and grunts and sighs were heard…but nothing intelligible.

"God, baby, I've missed you," Brian whispered when the men finally came up for air.

"Me too, Bri. You feel so good." Justin couldn't keep still. One hand slipped under the hem of Brian's shirt while the other slid down the back of his pants, kneading the firm flesh of his ass relentlessly. And to add to this sweet torture his hard, naked groin ground endlessly against his lover's, enjoying the full swell of his clothed erection pressing down against him.

Emotions running wild and desire along side it, Justin drew his hands back and pushed forcefully, flipping Brian over onto his back with a heavy thud.

Laughing, the older man looked up and said, "Justin, aren't you…"

But before he could finish his jeans were ripped open, releasing his hard, aching cock and his eager blond was latched onto it.

"Oh, God, Justin."

"Mmm." But that's all he could say for his mouth was full of the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted. He felt like a starving babe suckling for sustenance. His moist lips slid downward, forming a tight ring around the thick shaft then slid back up, his tongue twirling around the firm head and dipping into the slit for another taste of the creamy leaking fluid.

Brian's head was swimming, his fingers running aimlessly through the golden silk of Justin's hair. Fuck, he'd been blown hundreds…probably thousands of times, but this…fuck…this was beyond anything he'd ever felt before. The softness of Justin's lips and the roughness of his tongue and the…"Ahhh, shit, stop…stop or I'm gonna come."

Pulling back, Justin looked up to find Brian's eyes locked on him, watching him, and the knowledge shot an instant bolt of pleasure to his rock hard cock. He wanted Brian to come. He needed to taste him, feel him flood his mouth.

Keeping his eyes on Brian, Justin's tongue slipped out and flicked at the tender slit, lapping at it teasingly.

Brian grunted his approval.

Moving forward, making a show of it, Justin's lips wrapped around the slick corona and he sucked hard, his tongue still flicking at the tip.

Brian bucked involuntarily and moaned loudly.

Still holding Brian's gaze, Justin slid downward, his tongue straightening out and running along the large, throbbing vein as he did, taking in the man's entire length. Then he went in for the kill. He tightened his lips even further, his tongue rubbing up and down at a fast and steady pace and he began to hum…the head of Brian's cock hitting the back of his throat as he did, the sound reverberating off his soft tissue straight through Brian's dick.

Brian shouted and exploded.

Greedily Justin sucked and swallowed, pulling back as not to choke and being careful as not to over-stimulate Brian's pulsing cock. Gently he let Brian slip from his mouth and licked his lips.

Brian relaxed into the mattress, wondering if he'd ever be able to move again.

"You're delicious," Justin purred, climbing over Brian to lie on top of him.

"Hmm, I think I'm asleep."

"No you're not, you're just happily sated." Then he pressed his lips against his lover's, letting his tongue glide along the rim of his open mouth as the man continued to breathe heavily.

Nodding slowly, running his tongue along his lips, taking in a taste of his own essence, Brian smiled and said, "I am happy. I'm happy now that you're here."

And Justin smiled, his eyes beaming as they met Brian's because he felt the exact same way.

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