Listen to Your Heart

Part 12

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Justin sat for a moment trying to gain his bearings. His airbag had engaged keeping him from harm, but they never talk about the surprise of having that thing go off in your face. Christ, no, he didn‘t go through the windshield but he did almost have a fucking heart attack.

Suddenly remembering Brian he turned to his lover; “Brian! Are you OK?” Brian was slumped against his door with his face turned away from Justin and the younger man’s heart began to race when there was no immediate movement from his lover. “Brian,” Justin called again as he reached over to gently shake his arm, hoping that Brian was responding and he just wasn’t hearing him.

Brian’s head finally turned to Justin; “I’m OK Sonny Boy, how about you?” He closed his eyes and winced a bit because man the side of his head really hurt, but he knew he had to be strong for the younger man. Realizing that Justin had not answered him he opened his eyes again to see Justin’s worried expression staring blankly at him. ’Shit’, Brian cursed to himself then signed, <I’m OK. Are you?>

Justin smiled; “yes, I think so, what...”

Before Justin could finish his question his door was opened and two rough hands pulled him from the car. Justin found himself being dragged around the Lexus and into the glare of the headlights of the truck that had run them off the road. Brian was also being man handled in the same way. Out of the shadows came the young man who had approached them in the bar.

“What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Brian asked as he struggled to free himself from the large, burly man that held him.

“Just giving you a little welcome to our town Mister,” the kid made his way over to where Brian was being held, “or should I say Misses?” He spat out in disgust; “we don’t like your kind here.”

“Brian what’s happening?” Justin called out and Brian’s heart sank knowing how scared his lover must be, but unable to reassure him.

Brian turned his attention back to his attacker; “what kind would that be?” He allowed his gaze to wander over the man; “intelligent, well dressed people?”

The other man responded by punching Brian in the stomach; “no, we don’t like dirty faggots,” he punctuated the punch with another blow to Brian’s gut.

“Brian!” Justin yelled as he desperately tried to free himself from his own captor.

Brian began to fight back as well, elbowing the man holding him in the stomach then punching the other man in the jaw. It seemed as he was gaining the upper hand when the leader yelled out to the boy holding Justin, “Darrin! Do it!”

Justin became completely still as he felt something cold pressing against his temple.

“You better stop right now if you want your little boyfriend here to live,” Darrin called out to Brian, who was still engaged in a fistfight with the other two.

Brian stopped cold when he saw the gun pressed to Justin’s temple; “please don’t hurt him,” was all he could utter before his arms were once again pulled roughly behind him and he was punched again.

Justin watched in agony as the two men worked Brian over. He had suspected that Brian had been hurt when the car went off the road and he didn’t think these guys were going to stop anytime soon, then he knew it would be his turn and there would be no way he could help his lover.

He began to calmly assess his situation just as Cody had taught him back during his days with the Pink Posse. The man holding him had let his grip relax considerably as he watched his friends beat up Brian. Justin turned his head slightly to see that the gun was no longer pressed to his temple, but loosely held to the side. Justin said a silent prayer and then grabbed for the man’s arm as he spun raking his heel roughly down the man’s shin.

The man yelped in pain as he tried to regain his hold on Justin, but dropped to his knees in agony when Justin turned swiftly and kneed him in the balls as hard as he could.

Justin quickly grabbed the gun from the writhing man’s grip and pointed at Brian’s attackers; “leave him alone you fuckers!”

The men stopped dropping Brian unceremoniously to the ground as they stared at the young man with the gun; “you wouldn’t shoot us you little fairy. You probably never even seen a real gun, let alone shoot one,” one of them taunted.

His friend punched him in the side; “shut the fuck up you idiot; he can’t hear us anyway.”

Justin looked to Brian who was pulling himself up off the ground slowly. His eyes met his lover’s who smirked at him as he slowly brought his hands up to sign; <they don’t think you have the guts to shoot them sunshine.>

Justin sighted a beer can lying a few feet beyond his attackers, aimed and shot, quickly pointing the gun back at the men as the can went flying through the air; “I guess they don’t know a lot about me then do they? Now get the fuck over here with your friend;” he waved the other two over with the gun as he slowly moved over to Brian who was wavering on his feet unsteadily. “Bri, I need you to try and see if you can get the car out of the ditch. Can you do that?”

Brian nodded and squeezed Justin’s shoulder in silent approval as he made his way back to the Lexus.

Justin turned his attention back to his three attackers; “strip off all your clothes!” None of them made any move to do it and Justin stepped forward waving the gun; “do it now you assholes!”

The men traded looks, then shakily complied, not sure where Justin was going with this. “Throw your clothes to me,” Justin said calmly. Again they followed his orders as the three bundled their clothes and threw them towards Justin’s feet. Justin gathered the clothes with one hand keeping the gun trained on the young men with the other; “turn around and get on your knees,” he ordered.

“Oh God,” one of them whimpered, “he’s going to kill us.”

Justin moved to the driver’s side of the truck and plucked the keys out of the ignition, noting that Brian had managed to get the Lexus SUV out of the shallow ditch and sat waiting with the motor running. The fact that his lover had not gotten back out of the car to help with their attackers had Justin very concerned. He turned his attention back to the three men. “Well, gentlemen, I’d like to say it’s been a pleasure, but that’s not true. You just stay on your knees until we’re out of here. I have your clothes, your keys and your gun and I will be giving those to the police as soon as we get to a hospital. I hope you think again the next time you decide to mess with a couple of faggots.”

Justin backed slowly to the Lexus, then opened the back hatch throwing everything, including the gun inside. He sped to the passenger side and jumped in; “come on Brian, let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Brian nodded as he put the car in gear and pulled onto the road. He drove for a few miles before he pulled over, laying his head on the steering wheel; “Brian what is it?” Justin asked, not bothering to mask the concern in his voice.

Brian leaned back; <you need to drive Sunshine, > he signed slowly, <I can’t do it.>

“Oh God, OK,” Justin replied, “hang on and I’ll help you.”

Justin hopped out of his door and quickly moved around opening Brian’s door; “fuck!” Brian moaned as he got out of the car, holding his ribs. He pulled away from Justin suddenly and fell to his knees as he retched up the contents of his stomach.

“Brian!” Justin called as he knelt beside his lover, rubbing his back, waiting for him to finish. As soon as it seemed like Brian was done he helped him to stand and guided him to the back seat of the car; “it’s gonna be OK Brian, I’ll get you to the hospital. Lay down back here.”

Brian didn’t protest as he let Justin bundle him into the car. Before he lay down across the back seat he grabbed Justin’s face and kissed him soundly on the lips. He then pulled away a bit so he could sign weakly; <thanks for saving my life Sunshine,> he slumped forward and became dead weight in Justin’s arms.

“Anytime,” Justin replied softly as he laid Brian down gently and hurriedly got in the driver’s seat, pointing the car towards town and the nearest hospital.

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