Watching and Waiting B/J series 8/9

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 506- AU
Beta:Kim predec2 thank you so much, darling!!
A/N:http://guavejuice.livejournal.com/tag/watching%20%26%20waiting%20series to read the previous chapters.
Summary:
Brian thought he had it all figured out when he and Justin separated and he traveled 'down under' to Australia. He didn't need Justin, and Justin was seeking something else in his life. The only problem was, someone forgot to tell his heart that.
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Part 8

The cold, familiar air welcomes him as he steps out of the terminal at Pittsburgh's airport.

He recognizes Lindsay's tall, elegant figure right away. She smiles at him and kisses him gently on his cheek.

"Guess you were too busy to shave," she says.

"You guessed right," Brian answers dryly.

"Looks like you need some rest," she says, handing him his keys back before she drops him off at the loft.

"I'll be fine," he replies.

"No, you won't!" she suddenly snaps.

_ _ _ _

Brian wakes up in his own bed eight hours later.

He drags himself out of bed and walks to the bathroom, not even bothering to put his clothes on.

As he flushes the toilet, he notices there's apparently someone in his kitchen. He drags his feet on the hardwood floor and stops.

"Since I still have the key, I thought I'd stop by to bring you some groceries. You haven't been around for ages," Justin says quietly, not even fazed by Brian's full, visible erection.

"So, I hope I got you everything you need for now. I better get going," Justin continues as he moves toward the door. "Nice tan, by the way," he points out with a smile.

"Justin...," Brian calls.

"What?" Justin turns around while putting his jacket on.

"I'm… sorry," Brian says.

"Come on, Brian. Sorry is bullshit. You've said so yourself. I've gotta go. I hope you had a fucking great time down under." Justin slides the loft door.

"No, wait," Brian says and moves closer to Justin.

"What for?" Justin messes around with his jacket.

"I'm sorry. I… I don't know what to say," Brian whispers, his naked skin suddenly covered with goose bumps.

"There's nothing much to say, Brian. Is there? That's why I thought it's best if we go our separate ways. But I'm still here if you need someone to run some errands for you, providing I have the time. Final year at PIFA is a killer," Justin replies.

"You stupid little twat. Stop!" Brian moves to the door and puts his hand on Justin's shoulder.

He takes a deep breath and gazes into Justin's eyes before he continues.

"I never said I'm the kind of guy who would get married and live happily ever after, you know that. But I guess I was wrong when I wasn't listening to you yet again. I still have feelings for you, don't you know that? That will never change. I know you think I'm out of my fucking mind for saying that, but I can't be happy without you. I tried but I can't." Brian pauses and swallows hard. "Maybe we could even make it official one day, but for now I just want to move in the same direction with you, commit myself to you," He continues."We're not our parents. We can make it work. I promise." Brian's voice trembles as he presses his lips to Justin's.

Justin rises on his tiptoes to envelope Brian in his embrace. The warmth from Brian's naked body slips through the fabric of Justin's light jacket as his cock quickly fills.

"Briaaan…" he moans, seeking comfort in the crook of Brian's neck.

"Bed, now!" Brian whispers under his breath.