Maybe

Maybe

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The minute Brian came through the door Justin knew something was wrong. Justin had just finished making his infamous Jambalaya for dinner and the table was set for two. Brian slammed the door, his briefcase crashing to the floor and stomped into the bedroom. Justin knew the best thing was to remain silent and wait for Brian to calm down, but Justin being Justin, he felt compelled to say something. He quietly walked to bedroom and watched Brian strip off his suit.

"Brian, you okay?"

"Just peachy."

"What happened?"

"I don't want to discuss it."

"I have dinner ready. I made Jambalaya."

"Not hungry."

"But I cooked and the table is set."

"Fuck the table and fuck the Jambalaya!"

Brian pulled out his best "I need a fucking trick" clothes and began to get dressed. Justin could feel his allergies kicking in.

"Brian, are you going out? I thought we'd stay in and have a quiet night."

"Maybe I don't want a quiet night. Maybe I want to go out and have my dick sucked."

"Well, maybe I wont be here when you get back."

"Maybe I don't want you here. Maybe I don't want your fucking dinner stinking up my loft and maybe I don't want to see you and your fucking allergies. And maybe I don't what your fucking crap cluttering up my space."

"Fine. I'm outta here and maybe I wont ever come back."

Justin grabbed his jacket and huffed his way to the door, pulling it back and then slamming it shut nearly knocking the heavy metal off its hinges. Instead of running down the stairs as he often did, Justin leaned against the cold door trying to understand the enigma cursing on the other side. Brian paced, shouting out every profane word known to man, in several languages and ones he made up. He wadded up his silk shirt and pitched it across the room. As his shirt gently parachuted to the floor, he stood by the door leaning his forehead against it.

Why Brian started the argument, he hadn't a clue. He was angry but not with Justin. Brian Kinney was angry with himself. He lost a client and lost him to Vance. And it was a client he didn't really want. Brian knew the pitch was not going to be a hit even though he was brilliant and made the product look very desirable and sexy. That is if one could make tissues look sexy, but the old man who was in charge didn't want sexy. He wanted practical and ordinary, something which Brian's ideas weren't. So the client went with the boring pitch that Vance threw at him. So be it. If the tissue king wanted boring then Vance was his man. It was the principle of the thing. Brian Kinney did not like losing and especially not to Gardner Vance. Brian gently thumped his head against the door then turned and slid down to floor. He lost a client. A fucking client that he didn't want or need. Brian was facing the fact that he was going to loose Justin, someone he wanted and very much needed.

Justin remained standing then shimmied his way to the floor landing on his plump bottom. He softly sighed and listed all the reasons why he should walk away and never return. On the other side of the door Brian was making his own list.

"Maybe he doesn't really love me."

"Maybe I don't deserve him."

"Maybe he'll never know how to love me."

"Maybe he'll find someone better, less complicated."

"Maybe I can't do this anymore."

"Maybe I should let him go."

"Maybe they're all right, I'm too young."

"Maybe I'm too old for him."

"Maybe I'll never understand him."

"Maybe I'll never understand why he puts up with my shit."

"Maybe I should learn to keep my big mouth shut."

"Maybe I should think before I take it out on him."

"Maybe I should give him the space he needs."

"Maybe I should appreciate him more."

"Maybe I should leave and never come back."

"Maybe I should tell him how I really feel about him."

"Maybe I can't live without him."

Brian stood up and took a deep breath. He had to find Justin to apologize and tell Justin how he really felt before it was too late.

Justin stood up and decided that running away was the worst thing he could do. He had to have it out with Brian, one way or another.

Justin slid open the door.

"Hey."

"I'm sorry, I should've known that you needed quiet."

" I, I had a bad day. I should've never took it out on you. It was my fault."

"Brian..."

"Shhh, please forgive me. Let me make it up to you. Show you how I really feel."

Brian gently guided Justin to their bedroom so that he could show Justin with his body, if not with words, just what Justin meant to him. Brian slowly removed Justin's clothing, kissing and sucking on the newly exposed skin. Brian made love to Justin confirming his devotion with each moan, reiterating his apology with each touch, screaming his love when they came together.

After the loving they snuggled under the warm duvet, Brian suddenly remembering the Jambalaya cooling on the stove.

"What about dinner?"

In between the kisses Justin was feathering on Brian's face, he answered.

"Maybe we'll have it tomorrow, besides Jambalaya is always better on the second day."

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