Listen to Your Heart

Part 16

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Brian woke up and shifted slightly then as the waves of pain rolled throughout his shoulder and ribs made a pact with himself to never move again.

“Here.”

Opening his eyes Brian saw a hand in front of his face holding two of his pain pills and a glass of water. He smiled gratefully up at Justin, who returned the smile and winked back at him. He wondered to himself why he had resisted this relationship thing for so long. It doesn’t get much better than having two Vicodan thrust at you first thing in the morning. That aside it was also nice to have your needs anticipated.

“You should get up and eat something with those,” Justin spoke again, “I ordered breakfast.”

Brian nodded not bothering contain a groan of pain as he sat up. Justin grimaced in sympathy at the agony on Brian’s face as he slipped a robe over his lover’s good arm and draped it over his other shoulder. Slowly he led Brian out to the sitting room where breakfast was laid out on the small table.

<“Where are Ben and Michael?”> Brian signed awkwardly.

“They took their car back to the rental agency. Said they were going to get something a little more comfortable for the trip home. The Lexus is trashed, plus it‘s evidence now so we can‘t take that.”

<“Thank God. I was not fucking going to ride home in that little econo box they rented. Let’s just pray they bring something back with a little class.”>

“ I gave Michael your Gold card.”

Brian raised his eyebrow in salute to his lover’s cunning; <“good,”> he replied.

After finishing breakfast and showering Justin packed their bags while Brian rested on the couch. There was a knock at the door just as Justin came out of the bedroom with the last of their bags.

Brian signaled for him to get the door and he went to open it revealing a very exuberant Michael; <“hey guys. You ready to go?”>

<“What the fuck are you so excited about?”> Brian groused as Michael and Justin grabbed their suitcases and they all headed to the elevators.

Michael set down the case he was carrying in the elevator and signed; <“oh, you know, just excited to get on the road.”>

<“Yeah well I hope you got us a decent sized car. I couldn’t believe that thing you drove us back from the hospital in.”>

<“Oh, um it’s a good size, I promise,”> Michael picked up the bags and rushed out of the elevator as he headed through the lobby and out the exit.

<“What the fuck is the big rush?”> Brian asked Justin as they made their way outside.

“I have no idea;” Justin answered and then stopped short as he stared at the biggest fucking motor home he had ever seen. Even more of a shock was the door opening and Michael stepping out reaching for Justin’s bags with Ben in the driver’s seat waving at them sheepishly. “Whoa, cool!” Justin exclaimed as he moved past Michael and up the steps into the monstrosity.

Brian stood frozen in horror; “you have got to be fucking kidding me Michael.”

‘Oh God he called me Michael,’ Brian’s best friend thought to himself and he knew he was in trouble when the man just stood there with a stony glare fixed on the transport Michael had come up with for them. “Brian it was the best we could do on short notice. The car rental place gave us the name of this agency that rents these out. This was the only one they had ready.”

Brian turned his icy gaze to Michael, “why the fuck did we need a motor home at all? If you think I’m traveling back to Pittsburgh in a fucking Winnebago you are sorely mistaken.”

“It’s not a Winnebago asshole and it’s for your own good. There’s a full bed in the back so you can rest while we travel. We won’t need to look for hotels we can just pull into a rest or truck stop and then keep moving. Come on, it will be fun.”

Brian stood firm; “I am not getting in that thing Michael.”

“Christ, will you quit being such a fucking...”

An excited Justin interrupted Michael; “come on Brian! You have to see it in here, it’s amazing!”

Justin flashed him his radiant sunshine smile and Brian’s heart melted just a bit to see him so happy after all the shit of the last few days. He rolled his eyes and mumbled; “all fucking right. I’m coming.” Justin had already turned back to continue his exploration of the vehicle while Michael followed Brian up the steps. Brian paused and stared down at Ben who was still seated behind the wheel; “please tell me you know how to drive this fucking thing.”

Ben smiled up at him; “actually I do. My parents have owned one for years.”

Brian nodded curtly and surveyed his surroundings. He had to admit the thing had a nice interior. The fold out couch and captain’s chairs were done in cream leather and there was a full kitchen with table and chairs. “What the fuck do we do with it when we get back to the Pitts?” He asked Michael.

“Oh I paid extra to have someone from the rental agency pick it up there and drive it back.”

“You mean I paid extra,” Brian corrected as he moved through a bathroom (with a shower that looked like it actually might not be too horrible) into a small bedroom in the back complete with a full sized bed.

“Fine, you paid extra,” Michael replied rolling his eyes at the back of his friend’s head.

“You guys get the bedroom and Ben and I will sleep out here on the pull-out.”

Brian found Justin laying back on the bed in a very seductive pose. The younger man slowly rose up and moved around Brian to slide the bedroom door shut; “just think of it as a backroom on wheels,” he purred hotly in Brian’s ear.

Brian took Justin’s mouth in a searing kiss only to be interrupted by the bedroom door sliding back open; “here’s your bags,” Michael called as he tossed the bags into the room. <“Jesus Christ could you guys at least wait until we’re on the road and I‘m safely strapped in the passenger seat,”> he looked pointedly at Justin, <“he is still injured you know.”>

“No fucking kidding,” Justin retorted, acting so much like a belligerent little brother that Brian almost expected him to stick out his tongue at Michael.

<“Play nice boys,”> Brian said enjoying how much they really did act like brothers sometimes, <“I’m going to rest awhile. My ribs are killing me.”>

<“OK, I’m going up front with Ben and help with driving and the map,”> Michael made his way up front leaving Justin and Brian alone.

“Did he say help with the map?” Justin laughed.

<“We are going to get so fucking lost,”> they both said at the same time then giggled at their own joke.

Brian turned and slid the door to the bedroom shut once again, <“now where were we?”>

“I thought your ribs hurt,” Justin replied as he began to remove his shirt knowing full well what his lover had in mind.

They heard the rumble of the diesel engine as Ben started the motor home and they slowly pulled out onto the highway, <“we’ll find something to do,”> Brian answered as he gingerly positioned himself on the bed pulling Justin down with him.

Maybe this fucking motor home travel wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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