"What If. . ."
Brian stayed for the wedding
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THE NIGHT BEFORE THE WEDDING…
Justin tried to be as quiet as possible when he slipped into bed next to his lover, but Debbie's words were making him restless. He initially blew off her attempt to guilt him into staying for the wedding, but after spending the evening with Debbie and Vic-- watching Debbie make Lindsay's dress and helping Vic bake and decorate the cake-- he realized she was right. He would regret it if he missed his friends' big day. The teen wondered what Brian's reaction would be as he spooned behind the older man and settled down to sleep. "I hope you don't get mad," he whispered as he lightly kissed the man's shoulder.
Brian's head twisted around. "About what?"
"I thought you were sleeping."
The older man rolled onto his back, but put his arm up to block the teen's attempt to snuggle with him. "What am I gonna get mad about?"
The teen took a deep breath and prayed for the best. "I don't want to go to the White Party. I want to stay for the wedding."
"You're standing me up to watch two dykes tie the knot?" the older man asked incredulously.
Justin nodded slightly. "Are you mad?" he asked nervously.
Brian lowered his arm and wrapped it around the boy's waist, but Justin still hesitated, not trusting that was his answer. "It's your decision," Brian replied flatly.
Right. So, why bother talking about it, the teen thought despairingly when he realized that was Brian's 'end of discussion' tone. But of course, he couldn't just leave it like that, he needed to give himself a little peace or he'd be even more miserable while Brian was gone. "About the Party," he added. "I know you can do whatever you want and I wouldn't know about it, but I want you to know it's okay if you… you know, forget about the rules for the weekend."
"Whatever," Brian mumbled around a yawn and rolled back onto his side.
The boy sighed to himself. Did he really expect anything else? Certainly not a declaration that the man's plans were to the contrary.
Whatever.
Regardless of what Brian would do, this was the only way he was going to survive the weekend. This way he wouldn't wonder what the other man was doing, what rules Brian was breaking, if just he let him do it.
The weary teen burrowed next to his lover and closed his eyes, hoping sleep would come eventually.
With Brian's back to him, Justin didn't notice the older man's jaw clenched tight, biting back the words that threatened to spill.
The fucking rules.
The rules he'd obeyed and the teen broke. Although it had been several weeks since Justin kissed the frat boy, it was the first time either one of them brought up the rules since. Was this the kid's way of trying to wipe the slate clean? Give him a free pass to even the score?
Like he needed the little fucker's permission.
Oh, no, Sonny Boy. That's not how the game is played.
***
Justin woke the next morning to the shrill chirp of the bedside phone. He groaned and put the pillow over his head, waiting for Brian to pick it up, but the noise continued. The teen's arm swiped the bed and only felt cool sheets beside him. Bolting upright, the boy scanned the loft for signs of his lover, but the man was nowhere in sight. And the luggage that was by the bedroom doorway the night before was gone.
He left.
He left without even saying good-bye.
"Asshole!" he shouted at the empty room, fighting back tears.
Brian's head popped out of the bathroom. "You needed
to get up anyway," he smirked, thinking the teen was pissed about the
ringing phone, but his grin disappeared quickly when he saw the boy's distress.
In two long strides, he was sprawled over the younger man's lap and picked up
the phone.
"What?" he barked as he simultaneously stroked the teen's spine. He listened for a moment. "Great. Two hours," he replied before disconnecting the line.
Justin was still struggling to compose himself. "What's up?" he asked, barely covering the tremor in his voice.
Brian thumbed away the tears wetting the boy's lashes. "You tell me."
The teen turned away. "Just a cramp," he lied, pretending to rub his hand.
Brian took over kneading the muscles. "Calling me an asshole isn't the nicest way to ask for help," he deadpanned.
"Not you. Me," Justin mumbled, mentally kicking himself for being such a twat. "Who was that?" he asked to change the subject.
"Emmett. George has volunteered to let us have the wedding at his place so I need to go get the girls and deliver them to mansion."
"But you have to catch your flight. I'll get them," Justin replied.
"I'm not going."
Justin blinked at him. "What?"
"I'm. Not. Going." He enunciated slowly as if speaking to a child.
Which he was.
An infuriating, juvenile, predictable--
"Why not?" Justin asked on cue.
Brian leveled his gaze at the blue eyes staring at him. "We have rules," he replied bluntly.
Justin stared at him blankly for a moment before his mouth formed a silent 'O' and his eyes widened to match.
Brian wasn't going to
Shit. That meant…fuck. Brian cared about that other guy more than he let on. If Brian was actually taking his end of the bargain so seriously, Justin couldn't imagine how betrayed the older man felt when he fucked up. For a kiss. Hardly a huge sacrifice. Not like the one Brian was making.
Brian watched boy's eyes flicker with understanding before filling with tears.
Christ, not the waterworks.
Always a fucking drama princess.
His princess.
No regrets, princess, just don't fucking do it again…please…
Pretending not to notice the wet cheeks, Brian gave the boy's ass a swat. "We're on a schedule, Sunshine. Get in the shower."
Justin hesitated for a moment, looking as if he was going to say something else, but then thought better of it. The teen just kissed his lover and scrambled off the bed.
He knew Brian wouldn't appreciate a sudden declaration that he would never break the rules again. He'd already proven his word was worthless. On the other hand, Brian mocked the words, but honored them with actions.
That's what he would do from now on.
And he vowed to never take Brian's feelings for him for granted again. This meant more to him than anything else in the world and he would never forget, no matter what happened. Never.
"Never what?"
Shit, he'd said it out loud. Justin whipped around to find Brian behind him.
Of course, they were getting in the shower.
"I-I'm never letting you fuck me if you spank me again," he teased, pouting as he rubbed the abused cheek.
Brian raised an eyebrow as his large hand delivered a more stinging blow.
Justin yelped, and ducked into the stall, pressing his back against the glass to protect himself. He moaned from the cool surface soothing the hot handprint, and the sound went right to Brian's cock.
"Never say never," the older man growled as he spun the boy around and rubbed his cock between the creamy mounds. He grabbed Justin's chin and turned his head for a kiss.
"Never," Justin still vowed against Brian's lips.
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