The Right Way - B/J one shot

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline:7 yrs post 513
Beta:mander3_swish Thank you, darling!
Brian's POV
A/N: My August 5th tribute...
Disclaimer:I own nothing
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The morning rush hour traffic is hell, but I manage to maneuver my way quite skillfully.

When the traffic light turns red, I suddenly lean into the passenger seat and press my lips against Justin's, my hands still on the steering wheel.

After eleven years with Justin - seven of them in not so holy monogamy - you would think I would have gotten used to it, but I still find it challenging and invigorating.

_ _ _ _

My cell phone rings as I step into his office.

"On a philosophical level, I guess you can say both of us navigate and steer the wheel," Justin points out ever so casually at the other end of the line. He still drives me crazy with his ability to start a conversation with something I had already forgot since we had talked about it late at night or early in morning as it were. Thinking about the events surrounding that conversation of course leads to an inevitable twitch in my cock.

"Does your ass feel sore?" Justin inquires.

"Shut up!" I say, smiling to no one in particular.

"You know it's way deeper than that though, don't you?" Justin continues.

I immediately detect a familiar sweetness in Justin's voice.

I'm still fascinated with Justin's ability to mention hot-as-hell late night ass rides and express his deepest emotions in the same sentence.

Surprisingly enough, it doesn't make me feel half as lesbianic as I feared it might have, and even if there is a tiny little voice inside my head that keeps sending me warning signs, I don't mind it too much because I just don't care.

It's not worth the effort of trying to put up a fight against it each time I want to lick Justin's lips in the car before I drop him off at his independent computer animation company downtown, or when I can't wait to kiss Justin and inhale his fresh sweet scent when I'm finally home from an 18 hour work day at Kinnetik, or when I feel like cuddling into Justin's warm body after our 5 am fuck, or even bring him coffee to bed on Sunday mornings after we make out for over an hour.

I know it goes much deeper than 'It's my turn' each time we get into bed, even if I almost always end up on top.

I know it's about shopping for groceries, cooking dinners and even doing the fucking laundry.

I know it's about the ever-lasting desire to spend the rest of my life with the man that I love.