Finally

Chapter 8

Six Weeks Later

Brian fell to their bed in a sweaty heap. “Fuck! That was hot!” Brian panted.

“We had to celebrate the removal of your cast and brace somehow,” Justin teased as he snuggled up close to Brian’s side.

“No shit!” Brian retorted. “Remind me to wreck my car more often.”

“No!” Justin exclaimed as he poked Brian in the ribs. “No fucking way are you putting me through that again!”

“Don’t worry, Sunshine. I have no desire to wrap myself around a tree any time soon.”

“Good,” Justin replied, moving his head to Brian’s chest.  After a few silent moments Justin began to trace invisible patterns on Brian’s skin as he let his eyes wander around their darkened bedroom.  “This room is beautiful, Brian. I don’t think I’ve told you that, yet. It’s the only room that didn’t follow our original plans for the house.”

“I had to do justice to the painting.”

Tears welled up in Justin’s eyes.  “I still can’t believe you bought my fucking painting.”

Brian used a finger to lift Justin’s chin so their eyes could meet.  “Well, you painted the fucking thing for me, didn’t you?”

Now it was Justin’s turn to stare. “I…how…wha…”

“I came to your show the day after the opening, and saw it, and I knew I had to have it.  I couldn’t even wait for you to finish showing it.  I paid through the nose to take it early.”

“It’s the first thing I painted when I got to New York.”

“It’s us...our last night together, right?”

Now Justin’s tears really did spill over.  “How did you know, that?”

“I know you, Justin.  Don’t ever think I don’t know everything about you, or what you need.”

“Wait!  Back up a second.  You were at my fucking show?”

“You really think I’d miss it?”

“But…you…”

“I had to let you really be on your own for awhile.  If I hadn’t…if I had butted in and visited you every weekend, or tried to help you too much financially, you would never have felt like you were doing it for yourself, and a tiny part of you would always resent me.  You know that’s true, Justin.  I knew if I cut you out of my life, it would just make you fight harder to prove yourself worthy to come back in.”

“That is really fucked up, you asshole!”

“In case you haven’t noticed, we’re kind of fucked up.  It worked, didn’t it?  Look what you’ve done for yourself.  You’ve made it, Justin.  You are a self-made man, and I couldn’t be any fucking prouder of you if I tried.”

“What about the sex?  What the hell was that about?”

“Don’t pretend to be dense, you twat.  You manipulated that, and you know it.  It’s the one thing about you I couldn’t resist, and honestly I didn’t want to.  I missed you so fucking much, Justin, and I love you so fucking much, and I don’t care if it makes me a lesbian.  I want you home with me.  Here, at our fucking beautiful mansion.  It’s time for us to really be together.”

Justin eyed Brian.  “Together, together?”

“Yes, twat, I only want to fuck you.  I want monogamy, no more condoms, and all of it, except for maybe the big wedding.   Can you handle that, Justin?  I’m fucking ready.  Are you?”

Justin nodded.  “I am, you know I am.  You knew I was coming home, didn’t you?”

“Of course I did.  I just told you. I know everything.” He smiled at Justin.  “Open your nightstand drawer.” 

Justin obediently opened the drawer and gasped.   Inside was the box that contained their wedding rings.  “Our rings!”

“Yes, are you ready to wear yours? To be my husband?” Brian sat up, pulling Justin with him so they were facing each other, taking Justin’s face in his hands. I love you, and only you.”

Justin stared into Brian’s eyes, letting all of himself shine through. “And I love you and only you. Forever.” He slipped Brian’s ring onto his lover’s ring finger, and Brian did the same.

They stared for a moment, both a little nervous and unsure of what to say next. Finally Brian broke the silence. “I can now fuck the bride,” he smirked.

“Fuck you,” Justin exclaimed, batting at his chest playfully. “I’m not the fucking bride!”

“I now can fuck the groom?” Brian questioned as he lowered Justin back down against their pillows and placed a tender, but hungry kiss against his lips.

“You can fuck this groom whenever you want,” Justin answered breathlessly right before Brian plundered his mouth with another kiss.

Brian slowly turned Justin onto his stomach and prepared him, entering him almost reverently as he pulled Justin up onto his knees. Justin’s heart almost burst as Brian intertwined the fingers of their left hands, bringing their rings together to glint in the moonlight. “Love you,” Brian breathed into his ear.

“God,” Justin almost sobbed out as Brian hit his prostate and fisted Justin’s cock at the same time. “I love you, Brian…love you.” Justin’s seed spilled over Brian’s hand, and in a few more strokes Brian froze as he too came inside his lover.

They collapsed to the bed for the second time that night in a tangled heap of limbs, softly caressing and planting small kisses over every piece of skin they could reach. Brian realized that his lover was being awfully quiet. “You’re thinking too hard for being so fucked out, Sunshine.”

Justin rolled over to face Brian. “Sorry,” he smiled softly. “Mom and Deb are going to be pissed. Everyone is going to be pissed!”

“About what?” Brian looked puzzled.

Justin waggled his ring. “About our non-wedding.”

“They’ll get over it.”  Brian sounded more certain than he felt.

“I don’t know. Not letting them all share our commitment with them? It’s not going to go well.”

Brian was silent for a few moments and then his eyes lit up suddenly. “We have an excuse, Sunshine.”

“Oh, and what’s that?” Justin looked skeptical.

“Brain damage.”  Brian looked smug. “It’s perfect. And now we can both claim it. Think of all we can get away with!”

Justin stared at him for a moment and then broke out into his full wattage sunshine smile. “Brain damage,” he repeated slyly. “You are fucking brilliant.”

“I know.”

“I fucking love you.”

“I know.”

“Asshole!”

“Twat.”

“Husband.”

“Yep.”

The end.

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