“What If…” 

Brian had bought Justin the Flowers

Take 5

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Brian shut the door quietly behind him, looking around for Justin. He found the blonde on the couch, headphones on, sketch pad in hand. He silently walked over and looked to see what he was drawing. He frowned to see an image of another darkhaired man, a much younger man. Crushed he walked away without saying anything.

Justin was lost in the music and rythm of his sketch. Ethan's face took shape beneath his hands and he smiled a sad smile for the millionth time that night. 'If only Brian were', he thought to himself. 'Were what? Romantic, quit kidding yourself kid, he never will be.' Taking the headphones off and closing the book, he heard the shower running. Looking around for any sign that Brian was home, he saw the jacket thrown across the kitchen stool.

Justin slowly made his way up the stairs and stood in the bathroom door watching his lover. Brian turned at the sound and smiled at him. Turning back around to face the the stream of hot water he threw over his shoulder, "Come join me."

Justin hurriedly undressed and opened the glass door letting steam envelop him as he stepped close to Brian. Wrapping his arms around his lover he pressed a light kiss to his back before taking the soap from him. Washing Brian's back was something he loved to do. It was the one thing that Brian would let him do for him without an argument. Brian leaned into his lover's touch and sighed contentedly.

Justin caressed Brian's shoulders with the soap, before slipping his hands around to his chest. Brian turned and kissed his lover softly. He moved to turn Justin around and pressed his back against the glass, kissing him deeply. He could feel the younger man's cock pressing against his and moaned. Justin's hands moved down Brian's back and cupped his ass, massaging them. Brian reached out and opened the door, picking Justin up, he carried him to the bed. Never breaking the kiss he lay his lover down next to him.  Looking up, Brian smiled at Justin before rolling over onto his stomach.  Justin's breath caught in an audible gasp.

"Are you asking me to fuck you?"

"No, I'm asking you to love me."

Brian reached into the nightstand and pulled out a condom and lube, handing them to Justin. Justin took them without saying anything else and rolled the condom on. Opening the lube, he squeezed a generous amount on Brian's hole and his own cock. Without hesitation he pushed in slowly, giving Brian a chance to adjust to him. Brian's moan was just what he needed to continue.  Pushing all the way in Justin was on the verge of losing control. Brian took his lover's hand and guided them to his dick. Justin took him in his hand and moved to match his thrusts until he felt Brian cum. With that being his cue he increased his thrusts and let himself get lost in the feeling of being inside Brian. With a loud groan he came hard inside his lover.

The men slept, arms around one another and legs entwined. Justin woke the next morning to an empty bed. Sitting up he looked around for Brian, finding him sitting on the floor with his back against the wall.

"What are you doing, Brian?"

"Waiting for you to wake up."

"Why are you over there?"

"I wanted to be able to see your face clearly when you found them."

Justin looked to his left and caught a glimpse of red. Looking again he was surprised to find a several vases full of roses on the floor next to his side of the bed.

"What is this?"

"I just wanted to get you something just for you."

"Brian there must be six dozen roses here."

"More like 19. One dozen for every year you've been alive."

"But why?"

"Because you deserve them. You're being alive is an acomplishment in itself.  And maybe it's time I start realizing that."

"Brian are you ok?"

"Better than I have ever been in my life. Thanks to you."

Justin got out of bed and bent down to pick up a single perfect rose.  Holding it to his nose he took a deep breath and crossed the room. Handing the rose to Brian he smiled. Brian accepted the flower and stood, taking his lover in his arms and carrying him back to bed.

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