It's Time We Grow Old - B/J one shot

[guavejuice]

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Prompt:Linda later2nite
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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:S3 (308-309)
Beta:mander3_swish thank you so much, darling.
Justin's POV
A/N:Written for techgirl_on_ij bday.
Disclaimer:I own nothing.
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"Taylor…"

Must he use that tone of voice with me? My balls are already aching as it is.

"Come in. Sit down." The fuck I will. I lean into the chair and put my foot on his desk. He doesn't say a word.

"You wanted to see me?"

What to you think, asshole? Of course I wanted to see you. I wouldn't have gone through all this trouble of getting back into your fucking life if I didn't. And stop pretending as if you don't know why I'm here. Hell, your balls are probably as hard as rocks as we speak. Or try to speak, that is.

"I gave it some thought," I say without the slightest pause, not giving him or myself time to think too much. "I decided you should take me back."

Silence.

I know him well enough so I could almost hear the wheals turning inside his beautiful fucked up head.

"Oh..?" Is that all you have to say?

"Even though I've made a few mistakes, I think you'll be making an even bigger one not to give me a second chance." I feel my confidence coming back to me. It's the first time I'm actually admitting to him that I was wrong.

"I see." He pushes his tongue into his cheek and lets out a sigh. Does he really have to do that? Please say something, you beautiful stupid sexy jerk.

God. I need him. I'm so in love with him, Still.

"'Cause now I understand what it is you want of me," I continue. Do I really mean that? Will I ever understand even if he'll never say it out loud? Am I making another huge mistake when I offer him everything once again?

"And I know what to expect from you." I lower my voice, but it's not because I have second thoughts. I know what I can expect from him. I know he can't stop tricking, not at this point, but I know I'll always be able to trust him. I know he'll watch over me and do anything for me even if he won't offer me cheap rings and fucking flowers.

"You also understand that you'll be required to work long, hard hours, sometimes deep into the night?"

There, he finally says something.

How I've missed those long hours. His body wrapped around mine, his hard, glorious cock touching me so deep, so sweet, reaching into my most hidden spots only he knew where to find. How I missed his strong arms on my thighs. His distinctive smell on my skin. His hot breath in my mouth. Our perfectly coordinated thrusts. His dick gliding back and forth on the small of my back after he comes in the condom and how the tip of his cock smears his cum in the crack of my ass even thought he said he would never cuddle after sex.

"It will be a pleasure to work under you, Sir." I smile at him for the first time since I entered the office. We're still at a safe distance from each other.

"And you are to never play violin music in my presence again," He demands softly, but I get the point.

I know I've hurt him so much. I know I was hurting just as well when he told me it was my call if I wanted to stay or leave. The memory of his strong lean fingers inside my pants, cupping my balls, telling me how he's the only one who knows what I like, was burned into my skin when I shut the loft door behind me. I couldn't stop the tears because I knew he was right, but I couldn't stand being in his presence any longer.

"I promise."

I know I should feel slightly disappointed when he doesn't promise me anything in return, but I feel the warmth of his hazel eyes washing over me and I know I'm home free.

"Good," he whispers. My beautiful bastard. He knows I saved his ass from the pain of having to squirm and say something too romantic because I said it for both of us. But then I can't complain. I'm here because I want to be. Because I crave him with every fiber of my being..

"Well, then… you can start immediately." He seems as though he's been waiting to say that ever since I bumped into him at Babylon, telling him eternities were not as long as they used to be.

I think it's time we do some shit…

God, I like it all that way.

I don't want him to stop.

I'm swallowing my words while giving head. There's so much more I want to say, but as the first rays of a new day enter through the blinds, we let our bodies calm down and we're trying to catch our breath and perpetuate that magical moment. I turn my head to face him in bed. This angel is still lying by my side, staring at me, his fingers playing with my hair.

I'll never turn my back on him again.