Tums Spelled Backwards- B/J series Part 3/4

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
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Brian's POV
A/N:This is NOT a WIP. I'll be updating regularly.
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Part 3

"Can I get you anything?" I ask him an hour later, not knowing what else to do or say. He's still dozing off and won't talk much. I'd offer him much more, but he doesn't appear up for it at the moment.

Literally.

Finally, I go downstairs again and decide to make a few phone calls from my study while Justin is still sleeping as I figure out my next step.

Ted sounds his like usual, methodical self as he reports that the meeting went very well and brags about snagging our new client, which obviously means shit loads of money. It also means longer hours at the office, but since I'm the boss I can do away with that now.

Lindsay is rather surprised to hear from me next, but her voice softens as I tell her about my turbulent day. She advises me to retrace the past 24 hours and try to find out if there was anything I had done to spark the sort of reaction I had received from Justin. She sounds rather impressed when I tell her that I'd already done that, and she signs off by saying there might be hope for me yet.

Yeah, right. If I don't figure out how to right this wrong, my dick will shrivel up faster than I can spell Tums backwards.

Daphne is even more surprised to hear from me. Her cheerful mood slightly changes, though, when I let her know why I’m calling. She asks me if I need for her to come to the house to see Justin. I decide not to take her up on her offer, but before I hang up she makes me promise to let her know if Justin or I need anything.

I pull my legs closer to my chest and rest my chin on my knees, chewing on my thumb while gazing at my iPhone, wondering if I should call Jennifer or Debbie after all. I decide to hold off on doing that for a while, hoping that it won’t be necessary.

I don't bother calling Michael, either, but I decide to send him a text message. I assume, though, that he won't even answer, because he and Ben are too busy organizing another gay rights rally. It's either that, or they're too busy fucking.

I try to brush aside that image (even I have my limitations when it comes to gay sex), before I walk into the kitchen to grab a drink from the fridge. It's fucking 2 p.m., and I haven't even had one decent drink today.

Talk about backwards.

I open the fridge to grab a bottle of beer, but then I feel as though a lightning bolt has struck me.

Holy shit…

I think I realize then what has made Justin so grumpy and miserable all day.

I know it's not entirely my fault, but I still feel responsible.

And I actually think I know how to solve it. For the first time that afternoon, I smile.


TBC…