Brian smiled quietly to himself as he thought about the love they had just made. He sat down on the couch and lit another cigarette and inhaled the nicotine sharply willing the hurt and ache that he was feeling to go away. The candles still illuminated the backdrop, and he could still smell the scent of sex in the air. He wished the Justin would not have left, but how could he be the one that was responsible for him not following his dreams.
Justin sighed deeply as he pulled his bags down the airport terminal. He clutched his coat tighter around him, and breathed in the scent of vanilla that still hung on his clothes. He was hurting so much in his heart, and he knew that he was going to have to make his way back to Brian one way or the other because in order to be the best fucking homosexual he could be was to be tightly embraced in Brian's arms.
Brian threw his coat on and followed Michael out the door of the loft with little fight. Why did his best friend always insist that going to Babylon would solve all their problems? The only thing that would solve his problems was to get on a plane to New York and be with his partner, and support him in this journey. He could run Kinnetik from New York, and after all depending how much of a storm Justin took New York by he could also start a New York branch. He needed to be with Justin, and knew that was the only way that he was going to be happy.
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