Finally

Chapter 6

Justin never found time over the next few days at the hospital to really talk to Brian.  Every time he tried to start a conversation a nurse, or another visitor would come in, or Brian would simply be too tired or out of sorts to hold any type of serious discussion.

Finally, three days after Justin and Jennifer had made their trek out to Britin; Brian’s doctor gave him the green light to go home.  After a lot of fussing by the moms, Michael, a myriad of physical therapists and doctors, and a lot of bitching from Brian, Justin finally had his lover settled in the front seat of his new SUV.  “Ready to go?” he asked Brian as they pulled out of the parking lot.

“You have no fucking idea, Sunshine,” Brian sighed, leaning his head back against the seat and closing his eyes.  After a moment he opened them again and scanned the interior of the car.  “Nice ride.”

“Thanks,” Justin replied blushing a little.

“I love that I can still make you blush, Sunshine,” Brian said quietly.

Justin turned even redder.  “I hate it,” he confessed.  “Makes me feel like I’m seventeen again.”

“That’s probably why I like it,” Brian leered at him.

“Perv.”

“You know it,” Brian replied huskily. “You were fucking hot at seventeen.” He stuck his tongue in his cheek and turned on his smoldering gaze.

“Brian!” Justin exclaimed as he had to wiggle in his seat to adjust himself.  “It’s been too fucking long!  Cut it out, I’m trying to drive!”

“Sorry, dear,” Brian answered contritely.  He looked out his window and his eyes widened in surprise.  “The loft is the other direction, Justin.”

“I know.” Justin glanced at Brian.  “We’re going to the house.”

“Ah.” If Brian was surprised he didn’t show it, and Justin didn’t offer any more information.  He was not going to pursue this conversation while he was driving.  Finally, after a few more moments of silence Brian leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes again.  “Wake me up when we get there, babe.”

“Babe?” Justin mouthed to himself in shock, as his fair skin betrayed him again by flushing at the unexpected endearment.

Brian furtively glanced Justin's way and smiled to himself.  So the kid was taking him to their house.  That meant Justin had gotten into the lock box and seen everything.  He had to hand it to his young lover, he was playing it cool.  Brian had been expecting, and dreading, a big emotional queen out from him, but so far this was the first time Justin had even mentioned the house.  Maybe this wasn't going to be as difficult as Brian thought.  He tried to relax against the dull ache that seemed to have taken up permanent residence in his brain and let himself doze off.

"Brian. Wake up, we're here."  Justin leaned down and gently kissed Brian's cheek.

"Mprph...huh?" Brian opened his eyes blearily and winced.

"Head hurt?" Justin asked as he tried his best to help Brian out of the car without jostling his injuries.

"Fuck."  When Brian was finally standing he leaned against Justin for a moment, waiting for the pain to settle down to a dull roar.  "Everything hurts," he commented, his voice breaking a little.

"I wish there was something I could do," Justin answered softly.

"Just help me get to our bed, Sunshine." Brian dropped a kiss on the top of Justin's head.

"That I can do," Justin answered.  He wrapped an arm around Brian's waist and they moved toward the house.  "Good thing they were able to give you a walking cast for your ankle."

"Even better that I can take the fucking thing off.  I need a shower.  I smell like a fucking hospital."

"I can help you with that too, I think," Justin said as they came up to the front door and Justin let go of Brian for a moment to unlock it.

"I'm looking forward to it, babe."

Justin bit back whatever reaction he had to the surrealness of Brian using the new endearing nickname and simply blushed.  Then he wanted to kick himself for turning into a tomato yet again, but settled for helping Brian up the stairs to their room.

Once in the bedroom, Brian decided to take advantage of his relative momentum and take a shower.  Justin sat him on the toilet and proceeded to divest his lover of the shoulder brace that was helping keep his collarbone in place, the removable walking cast on his right ankle, and then finally, his clothes.  He turned on the water, adjusted the temperature, and then led Brian into their spacious, multi-jet shower, and to Brian's credit he only arched an annoyed eyebrow at the temporary shower bench Justin had installed at the suggestion of Brian's physical therapists.  He seemed happy enough to take a load off when it came time to sit on the thing, though.

Justin quickly removed his own clothes and stepped into the steaming shower, immediately taking up the task of getting Brian clean so he could get him into bed to rest.

Brian had other ideas, though. When Justin stepped in front of him to carefully dab at Brian's bruised and cut face Brian pulled him down into a heated kiss.  "Missed you so much," he murmured as he kissed over to Justin's ear. He reached out and took Justin's heavy cock into his good hand and began to slowly stroke his lover."

"Brian, no," Justin half protested, half gasped out. "You should..."

Brian sped up his movements and Justin stopped talking.  "Let me," Brian replied softly before taking Justin's mouth in another passionate kiss. 

Eventually Justin stopped thinking as well, and just stood, reveling in the hot water and the hot hands of his beautiful lover.  It wasn’t long until he came hard, trying not to grip Brian too tightly.  “That was hot,” he murmured when he could speak again.

“Wish I could blow you,” Brian answered rather breathlessly. “But I’m afraid I’m not quite up to that yet.”

Justin looked down at Brian and was alarmed to see that he had paled considerably and was trembling slightly.  “Christ, Brian!” he exclaimed.  He quickly rinsed them off and turned off the water. “Wait here.”

“Where would I go?” Brian smirked, trying to ease Justin’s mind.

Justin came back in with a towel and managed to dry, re-brace, and chastise his lover in a very short amount of time.  Finally, he had Brian tucked into their bed.  “Do you need anything else?” He had just given Brian one of his pain pills.

Brian grabbed his wrist. “As a matter of fact I do need something else,” he answered huskily.

“Brian.” Justin’s tone of voice was chastising, but Brian had pulled the covers back from himself and his cock was hard and waiting.

“Just because I’m not up to giving head doesn’t mean I’m not up for receiving it,” he smirked and met Justin’s eyes. “Come on, would you deny a dying man?”

Justin snorted, but was already crawling carefully up on the other side of the bed and moving with purpose toward Brian’s waiting erection. “You’re hardly dying.”

“Well, my head feels like I’m dying,” Brian retorted.

Justin, who had begun to place tender kisses all along Brian’s shaft, stopped and looked up. “If you’re in that much pain maybe I better stop.”

Brian’s good hand reached down and firmly pushed Justin’s back into proper position. “Don’t you dare, you twat. It’s been way too long.”

Justin smiled, opening his mouth to take in all of Brian’s cock at once, and soon Brian was experiencing an explosive, if slightly painful, orgasm. Justin leaned up to kiss Brian hotly, letting him taste himself before pulling away to sit up and move toward the edge of the bed. “I really should…”

Brian grabbed him and pulled him back.  “There’s nothing that can’t wait.”   Come here, Justin, you look exhausted too.”

Justin conceded and lay down next to Brian, being careful not to hurt him. Brian’s eyes were closed and Justin could tell from the small furrow between his brows that he was trying to fight off the pain until the meds kicked in. Justin watched him for awhile until he saw the crease smooth out, and he knew that Brian had slipped into sleep.  

Suddenly Justin realized just how tired he really was, and closed his eyes, letting himself float off into sweet oblivion.

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When Brian woke up it was dark outside and he was alone in the bed. He sighed and waited for Justin to come back in the room. He figured it would only be a few minutes since the kid had been hovering over him ever since the accident. When twenty minutes passed Brian sighed again and started the long process of heaving himself out of bed to go take a piss.

When he was done in the bathroom and there was still no sign of his lover he began to get a little worried.  He pulled his robe on over his good arm and draped the other side over the brace as best he could. He slowly made his way through the large house, turning on lights and looking for his wayward lover.

Brian finally found Justin in his studio, with only one dim light on, staring out one of the large windows with his arms wrapped around his chest.

“Finally!” Brian exclaimed, making Justin jump. “What in the fuck are you doing down here in the dark?”

Justin turned around and Brian could see he had been crying. “I’m sorry.” Justin spoke in a hoarse whisper. “I thought you would sleep longer.”

Brian moved in closer. “Justin, what is it? What’s wrong?”

“My agent called me a few hours ago.” Justin’s lower lip began to quiver and his face contorted. “He’s dead, Brian…Tad is dead.”

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