Standard deviation - B/J one shot
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guavejuicePairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Brian's POV
Other characters:Ted
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I feel like shit.
I haven't slept alone at the loft in a long time. I won't be lying if I said it wasn't such a positive life affirming experience.
The little shit…
I wasn't expecting our lives to become one fucking happily ever after fairytale. Well… except for the fucking part, that is.
In fact I was the one who encouraged him to keep taking on more projects and even supported Lindsay's idea our little boy wonder would get himself and agent (a female agent, obviously) but I didn't think it would be that hard.
So we had a quarrel. It wasn't a fight, but we did quarrel.
I wanted to fuck. Can you blame me?
He just got back from a three day seminar lecturing on graphic novels and comic books in Baltimore (I know, I saw the email… ) and well… I wanted him.
Badly.
He set up in bed all wet shiny and naked looking as beautiful and young as he did million light years ago when we started spending more than a few early evenings at the loft and said all we ever do lately is fuck. Then he said he was too tired to do anything, glided back onto the mattress, turned away from me and covered his head with the duvet.
I slowly glided next to him, sticking my hand between his tights. He whimpered but put his hand on mine.
"Stop." He said quietly.
"What is it?" I asked.
I didn't want to show him how freaked out I was by his sudden move but the little shit was smart enough to sense it.
He didn't turn around to face me, though. He just let out a quiet sigh.
"Why don't you talk to me?" I tried.
"Guess I learned from the master." He said.
"Oh, come on… can't we just…?" I nudged him.
"Brian… please. I need to get some sleep. And I need to think." He said in sleep filled voice.
"Think?" I asked.
He finally turned to me looking so sweet in his disheveled hair and slightly puffed eyes that I simply wanted to fuck him.
"That's what people do when they're not busy fucking, you know." He said.
"I see." I answered.
"I'll let you think, then." I got out of bed and out of our bedroom.
I could have spent the night in one of our guest rooms but I didn't want to stay there knowing he's still pissed at me over an unresolved quarrel .
_ _ _ _
"You look like shit, Bri…" Ted points out as he walks into my private office and finds me on the couch.
"God, don't start… and I can still remember the last time you told be that" I frown.
"Someone has spent the night all by his lonesome…" Ted observes.
"Shut the fuck up!" I fire right back. My head is pounding just as hard as my cock.
Ted is about to leave the room.
I didn't mean to lash out at Ted but after hearing it from him I realized I'm in deep shit trouble. I'm left alone. Again. I can't let it happen. I've got to figure this out.
_ _ _ _
"There are a lot of factors that we can probably agree contribute to marital happiness. Communication, stress, quality time, and intimacy, just to name a few" Ted says handing me a cup of my favorite Latte.
"What the fuck?" I instinctively raise an eyebrow at him.
"You got it!" He announces triumphantly. "Frequency of fucking minus frequency of quarrels…" he nods to himself.
"Equals marital bliss?" I let out a sarcastic remark.
"Well… there's always a slight standard deviation when it comes to those things but work out the number for the past week or month. Is it a positive number? You’re in the clear. Negative? You may be heading for trouble. And I'm not just saying that in my capacity as an accounted". Ted adds with a smirk.
I'm not amused.
"I don't think you should make any rash relationship decisions based off your score, though" Ted continues in an attempt to cheer me up.
"But…. if you’re thinking of solving your arguments by just having more sex, think again." Ted obviously decided to use another tactic. It's making me miss Justin's tight little ass and the sated expression on his sweet face minutes after he comes.
"Even if you did, there’s the whole chicken-or-egg argument to consider, too." Ted goes on with his speech. "Do you fight more because you fuck less or do you fuck less because you’re fighting more? "
I let out a deep sigh feeling the ever growing pressure in my crotch area.
I decide to excuse myself and try to resolve that issue in the privacy of my executive wash room.
As I get up my Iphone beeps.
The little fucker finally sends me a message. I knew he won't be able to hold back for more than twenty four hours. In fact it's much less than that.
"Thanks for your advice, Theodore." I say on my way out of the office. "I won't know for sure but I guess it would be an interesting technique to try.”
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:56 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your ongoing support. It means a lot :)
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Date: 2013-01-07 09:40 pm (UTC)I won't mind if you'd write more about this ;)
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Date: 2013-01-08 04:15 am (UTC)*Smoochies*
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Date: 2013-01-08 04:13 am (UTC)Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Much appreciate it.
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Date: 2013-01-08 12:45 pm (UTC)Enjoyed this... would like to see more please. :)
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Date: 2013-01-08 02:12 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for your lovely supportive feedback, Lyn.
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Date: 2013-01-16 07:13 pm (UTC)I'm so pleased to know you enjoyed this one.