I Cannot Forget- B/J fic series
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Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:3 to 6 months post 513
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A/N: There 7 chapters in this series.
It's inspired by Carmen's
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'Sometimes it lasts in love
And sometimes it hurts instead'
-Someone like you by Adele
Chapter 1
Brian's POV
People say we might break up now that Justin is away in New York City. I can't believe they would think that. In fact, I don't give a shit. The only thing I care about these days is keeping us together.
Justin was just here over the weekend. I sent him a ticket and he showed up at the loft. His hair was all messy, just how I like it… just as I remembered.
We curled up in bed. I just wanted to touch him, to feel him close.
The sex came later, and it was gentle, not rushed, just how I wanted it… just as our bodies both needed and craved. He allowed me to spoon him and closed his eyes in sleep.
I wasn't able to sleep.
I never thought it would be so tough. I'm not a hero. I know we both decided this was what's best for us.
But I missed him.
I missed not having him near me. I missed him even when he was here in my arms. I don’t care if that sounds too lesbianic. I wanted him to do well, but I did want him close by, too.
The next morning while he drank his coffee and I drank my guava juice, he told me he was searching for an agent. I admit I resented the idea of Justin having an agent. Not because I didn't want some horny artsy type to fawn all over him, but because I didn't think Justin was the kind of guy who would sell his art. But that's the way things work, though, and I should know better. I do this for a living.
I reached out and caressed his blond mop of hair. I didn't say anything. Same old routine. I wasn’t about to say anything, only to regret it later. Not good.
"Justin…" I started (what the fuck), "do you think it's a good idea to have an agent?"
He looked back at me with those huge bright blue eyes and didn't answer.
TBC
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Date: 2011-09-16 08:19 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading and commenting :)