Your Story- B/J fic for my dear aaa_mazing

[guavejuice]

Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Beta:mander3_swish thank you so much, darling!!
Brian's POV
A/N: This one's for youuu, Nastya. Happy bday, dooch!
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One cold night he told you he needed you.

You told him he doesn't really need you.

You told him it sounded like a line from a teen drama.

You told him he'd only being taught to think so.

You told him it was all bullshit because he's the only one he's got.

You told him that you'd forget all about him once you left this fucking town and moved to New York.

You told him you'd get along just fine without him.

You told him there was no way you two were together.

One cold dark night you told him you weren't his lover or his partner.

You told him he was nothing to you.

You told him you weren't his occupational therapist or his mother.

You told him you weren't there to hold his hand.

How could you have looked him in the eye and told him he was nothing to you?

You never thought you would be that terrified fearing for another person's life when you saw him covered with blood, and yet you managed to keep a fucking stiff upper lip.

How could you?

When the sun began to shine again you saw him walking down the street.

You hugged him and told him you knew he would be able to do it.

You kissed him in broad daylight and held his hand in yours.

You promised him he wouldn't forget this one. You told him you wanted him around for a long time.

You waited up for him all night until he came back to you at 3am. You promised that no matter how many random guys you'd be fucking, you'd always come home to him.

You opened yourself to him in ways you never allowed any other guy before because you trusted him.

You meant it when you told him you wanted to spend the whole week in Vermont with him, but you thought he understood when you had to go to Chicago for that fucking business trip. You thought he would be happy when you made partner, but he wasn't there when you got back.

You knew it wasn't right when you refused to mention his birthday after everything he'd been through, but you couldn't stand it when people excepted you to bring him fucking flowers.

It broke your heart when you told him it was his call where he wanted to be.

What were you thinking?

Was there anywhere else you wanted him to be but with you?

There was nothing much you could have done when you found his lonely forgotten sock on your floor.

You knew you had to get him back in your life even if you felt unworthy of his love.

He told you it was you who was supposed to tell him you would go on loving him after he was gone.

You had nothing to say because you knew he was right.

You couldn't wait to touch his skin again, run your fingers in his hair, taste those lips on yours. You couldn't wait to feel him under you, wrapped in and around you. You couldn't wait for his lips on your dick. You longed to run your hand down his back, lay next to him in the dark with your cock still inside him.

You're a man of words and even though you were not always able to find the right words, at least you were able to say them when it meant the most.

It's your story.

Yours and his.

You know you can still rewrite it as much as you want.

It's a never-ending story and you wouldn't want it any other way.