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

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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 4

I rush back upstairs to our bedroom, where I find Justin sitting upright in bed with his back against the headboard.

He still looks weak, but his cheeks are finally sporting more of their usual, characteristic, rosy glow.

"Fucking Panang curry!" I inform him with a somewhat guilty look. "I know we decided to have a quiet evening at home last night with some take out and beer, but fuck! I totally forgot about the damn curry! I just threw the whole, fucking, leftover container down the drain,” I reassure him. In partial, unspoken apology, I hand him a tall glass of Perrier fizzy water with a twist of lemon, which he grabs with a thankful gaze as he gratefully takes a huge gulp.

"You scared the shit out of me today, though," I point out.

His fingers brush softly against mine as he grabs a small plate with a small piece of whole wheat toast that I’m holding in my other hand.

"Serves you right, Mister,” he chides me softly. “I told you so many times we should try some home cooked meals for a change, instead, but nooo… you still insist on your fucking, Thai takeout," Justin complains. My cock sings in my sweat pants, however, as I notice the familiar grin back on his refreshed, beautiful face.

"No more takeout food," I promise, throwing myself on the mattress beside him; only this time I'm greeted with a slow embrace that ends with a small, but warm hand cupping my balls.

"Look, about the other night…” I swallow hard. "I know I was a jerk."

"We already talked it over, Brian. It’s okay. We’re not living in a fairytale; it's our life. We're NOT perfect, but we're still working on it, right?" he smiles at me, taking another bite of his toast.

“And by the way, I heard you talking on the phone earlier," he tells me to my surprise. "God, was there anyone in the greater Pittsburgh area you didn't call to update?" he says, still chewing on the piece of toast.

“I thought you were sound asleep,” I tell him in my defense. “I mean… you can sleep through almost anything," I explain with a smirk. I find myself gazing at him while he finishes off his light snack.

Damn, I just love watching him while he eats his food. I mean…I'm Brian Kinney, for fuck's sake. I'm supposed to get hard by the mental vision of me eating his ass, or him going down on me, not by the sight of him chewing on a plain piece of bread in bed.

Does that make me utterly addicted to hetero shit? Well, then, too bad, I decide, as I continue to indulge myself…


"I better take a shower," Justin tells me as he walks out of our bedroom, looking way more normal than he looked this morning.

"Take your time,” I reply. He waits for me to change my mind for a moment, but when he realizes I won't be joining him this time he twirls around on his heels and heads towards the shower.

As I hear him getting in, I turn my computer on, taking a seat on our chaise lounge as I start to type away. I'm a man on a mission, and I don't fucking care how pathetic or hopelessly romantic it might be. I owe it to Justin, especially after today.

Fuck, he's quick! Showering by himself must be rather boring, I decide with a grin. I hear him turning off the water, and brushing the towel against his skin a few minutes later.

'What the fuck are you doing?" he asks curiously as he walks back in, nudging his damp, naked shoulder against mine as he tries to take a peek at the computer screen.

"Nothing important," I respond evasively, trying to avoid his piercing, blue eyes. As much as I'm happy to see that gaze again, I don't want him to see what I'm doing.

"Booking a romantic holiday for us?" he asks impishly, licking the side of my mouth.

"I'm SO glad you're back to your own self," I reply with a smirk as I flip my laptop closed.

"You're NOT getting away from me so easily this time," he tells me with a sly smile. My dick sings again at the thought, all too happy to comply.

"Don't you think you should take it easy tonight?" I ask as I push my laptop to one side.

"And let you sleep in the guest room? Or worse, in your OFFICE? No way," he exclaims. “Don't worry, I'll take it easy," he promises as he leans against me, brushing our cocks together.

I really must thank Ted when I see him tommorow. He's rather capable, for an accountant. I bet he would appreciate a raise, too. I know I’M appreciating the particular type of ‘raise’ my cock is quickly experiencing at the moment…

Fuck, talk about raise. It's hard to believe young Taylor was at the threshold of doom almost all day because of that fucking curry. But look at how ‘happy’ he is to see me now!



One Week Later…

“Are you waiting for a special delivery, Brian, or is the hunky delivery guy just going to stand there and deliver?" Justin quips as he peers through the huge window to watch the guy standing at the front door with a huge box in his hands.

"Well, it IS a special delivery, but not that kind,” I answer him, feeling rather cheerful with no need to apologize to anyone about it. "I guess I might as well tell you that I do have a surprise for you. Well for both of us, actually," I inform him mysteriously.

“What?” he asks impatiently. “Tell me.”

I smile. “You’ll just have to wait and see,” I tell him as I head for the entrance, hearing him groan in frustration.

The guy walks in as I open the door, more than happy to rid himself of the large cardboard box as he sets it down on the living room floor.

I smile, tipping him nicely before I send him on his way and return to help my very curious lover open it.

"Here you go,” I tell him with a flourish as we open it up. “Your own set of cast iron, Dutch Oven, pots and pans, along with all the bells and whistles," I add as Justin stares agape at the shiny, enamel, baby blue-colored kitchenware that is now scattered all over the living room floor.

“Brian…Uh, I don’t know what to say,” he stammers as he stares at me for an explanation.

"No more Thai take outs, remember? Only the best for you, Mr. Taylor,” I explain as I cross the hardwood floor to close the distance between us.

“Hold it right there, Mr. Kinney," he warns me with a renewed sparkle in his eyes, waving the Dutch Oven Recipes booklet at me as he moves closer. "Are you implying I’M the one who will be doing all the home cooking here from now on?"

"Not necessarily," I answer amidst a string of noisy, sloppy kisses as I press my lips to his. "But as I recall, you used to make the most amazing, white cream sauce. That was quite a delicacy,” I add as he grins back at me, blushing. He leans eagerly into me, licking his lips and purring like a kitten now.

Fuck, I'm so lucky to have him here, bad as new.

Everything feels right in the world again.

Until next time, that is.