Re-reunion

Sometime in the future.

Brian's POV:

It had to happen, he had to leave me. We've been together for nearly 17 years, 14 of them exclusively. He needed to go, grow, spread his wings while still young, beautiful, before more responsibilities weighed him down.

For almost a year now he's been a little gypsy with only his passport, cell phone and ATM card to keep him company. He's stayed at the best hotels and the worst. Slept by the side of the road in the Italian country side and in a four-posted bed in London. He's worked as a waiter or dish washer in the small cafes across Europe to earn dinner money or buy clothes. And he's given lectures and demonstrations of his techniques at the museums he's visited when instantly recognized as the celebrity he is in his world. The directors of the museums would not let him refuse.

He'd call me every few days, email me when he could and send postcards. Hundreds and hundreds of postcards, from every village, city, museum, B&B, hovel, everywhere and anywhere, a postcard. And then there are the magazines and newspapers. When recognized there would be the inevitable article written about him. The mysterious beautiful exceptional artist who keeps to himself; draws and sketches for a meal. The artist who stays for a few days perhaps a week then disappears. I'd get a package once in a while. Not just the article, the whole newspaper or magazine, one time the whole fucking Sunday Times, giving me the pleasure of reading it cover to cover then cutting out the article to save in the scrap books that I have about him. Seventeen years of articles, clippings, photos, all about him and his talent.

A year, a whole fucking year without him in my bed. But now he's ready to come back, called about 3 weeks ago from Japan. Japan! Saying it was time. He was quite a hit in the orient being so blond, so fair, sought after, wooed by every art patron male and female. But he's had enough.

So now he's coming home, ready to pick up where we left off or start all over. As Ben once put it, ‘the most historic reunification since Germany.' Well now since the first reunification of Brian and Justin.

Justin and Brian. I put him first, he's the better of us. Oh, I'm no slouch, still have my looks, not an ounce gained since the first reunification. Still have my hair, a couple of grays at the temple, I wanted to dye it but he insisted that I not. I sport a beard and mustache cause he likes the way it looks, likes the way it feels when we kiss, when we make love. Love, god I miss him. My agency is doing well, I should say our agencies, there are several branches. I could retire if I wanted to but I like to work, besides I have to keep an eye on things. And on Cynthia, bitch, she runs one of the branches. I couldn't have done it without her or Justin.

Soon I'll go, pick him up at the airport. He wanted to take a cab but I insisted. I just can't wait to see my little golden gypsy, my boy. At 35 he's still my boy, my man, my life.

The whole gang wants to throw him a welcome home party but I put a stop to that. We can get together in a week or two. Justin will need time to adjust, reacclimate, besides I want him all to myself.

A year, fuck!

I see him, going through customs with his backpack, always a backpack. He sees me, god that smile and it's all for me. I can't help but to smile back, cry a little too. I can't hide it anymore, I missed him so much, love him so much. So happy he's home, wants to come back to me, only me.

"Hey Brian"

"Hey Baby"

We hug strong and long.

"You ready to go home?"

"Yeah"

"Any other luggage?"

"Nope, just this."

"Okay then, the jeep awaits."

The ride home is long and tedious as the traffic surrounds us. He's tired, the time changes have taken its toll. His little blond peach fuzz is sprinkled across his chin. He's so adorable and he's sound asleep by the time we make it home.

"Justin baby, we're home."

"Home; I missed our home, missed you."

"Missed you too baby."

We enter the house, yes house. Small enough to be cozy for him, large enough to give me space. He has his studio and I have my office. There are rooms for Gus and his sister. We head for the bedroom, he strips off his clothes as I prepare a shower for him.

"Hungry baby?"

"No, maybe a little, too tired to eat."

"Shower first then sleep, we can eat later."

I was about to leave him alone then he says, "join me?"

My answer is my smile as I take off my clothes, slowly stripping for him. We shower like we always do, I lather and shampoo him, then lather him again and rinse him off. We kiss, our first kiss, sweet deep and passionate. I feel his cock stir against me even though he's so tired. I lower myself to my knees to take him in my mouth, I want to take all of him but I only suck him off. I've missed his beautiful cock. I get him off quickly, we have plenty of time for the rest, our whole lives worth of time.

I towel him off and grab a fluffy robe for him, snuggling him up in it. He shivers a little, it's chilly in the house. He knows I like it cool. I guide him to the bed and sit him on the edge, he's almost asleep sitting there. I make sure his hair is dry before I dress him in his softest warmest sweat pants and long sleeved t-shirt. I lay him in the middle of our bed drawing the sheets and duvet about him. I cuddle close, warming him with my body. Holding him close as he murmurs ‘I love you' and drifts off into a deep sleep.

He's home.

I watch him sleep, looking 10 years younger than his 30-something years. Looking like the sweet angel who came in under the wire all those years ago. He's home. He's mine, all mine. Home safe in my arms, in our bed.

Re-reunified, always and forever.

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