guavejuice | If It's Not Broken Why Fix It?- B/J one shot

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guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Timeline:Post 513
Brian's POV
Disclaimer:I own nothing but this story.
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"What took you so long to answer the fucking phone?" I ask him as he finally picks up. I'm not even trying to hide the fact I was fucking worried. Fuck! Am I not allowed to be? I tried calling him five times in the past half an hour and he wouldn't pick up or answer my text messages.

"I had some shit to deal with," he answers. I can tell there's a hint of discomfort in his voice. I'm swallowing hard, trying to ignore that. I'm also aware of the fact the usual Sunshine spark I find in his voice whenever he realizes I'm actually worried about him –well that spark seems to have vanished.

I'm trying to find comfort in the fact it's the end of a long work day at Kinnteik. It's actually the end of an even longer working week in the city and I'm on my way home to Britin to spend the weekend alone (hopefully ) with my husband.

Contrary to what some of our friends and extended family members must have thought nine years ago- when we bombed out our own rehearsal dinner and announced we're not going to go ahead with the wedding- it was never our intention NOT to have a future together eventually.

Justin went away to New York City to flex his artistic muscles and get a taste of the New York art scene and I stayed behind in the Pitts but it was never a break up. When we had that long discussion into the night after my rather ill fated stag party we both knew where we're going but we felt it might take us a while longer to actually get there. It was our mutual decision to give each other a bit more space.

Looking back now I have to admit that as soon as I dropped Justin at the airport to catch a flight to New York I just wanted to run after him, grab his arm, press our lips together and never let him leave. I wasn't trying to hide my feelings from him or from myself when I told him it was only time. I KNEW it was only a matter or time .
Later on when we would text each other or have long phone conversation at the end of a long lonely day I was totally honest with him and with myself when he asked me if I was going to go out to Babylon and I answered I'd rather stay home. He would laugh in my ear, giving me a rush of excitement that run all the way to my cock, and say he's not in the mood to go clubbing himself . We both giggled as we were reminded of that time he run away to New York and when I tracked him down he had to admit to me that he didn't go out clubbing at all just stayed in the hotel room he booked using my credit card.
So, yeah… after all that's said and done there was really no question about whether or not we would end up tying the knot.

"What kind of shit is it then?" I ask him again.

"The kind of shit that would require YOU to come up with a way to fucking compensate ME, preferably deep into the night," he answers.

So at least things are looking up. A more cheerful thought crosses my mind.

"Do you really need to ask?" I reply. His cute giggle snort is like music to my ears. "Better now?" I ask.

"A bit…" he answers.

"You should be, 'cause I'm just around the corner," I tell him, as I stir the wheel towards the drive way.

"Would be easier if we stayed in New York City…" he says.

"Oh so is that the kind of shit that bothers you?" I try to sound calm. I hope he wasn't having one of those talks with Lindsay and Mel again.

Lindsay was and always will be one of my oldest friends and my son's mom and she was the first person to give Justin a shot when she offered to show his drawings at the GLC art show back when he was still a senior in St. James Academy BUT if I'm being totally honest there were times where she pushed a bit too hard like when she talked to Justin about leaving and then showed me that article about Justin in that art magazine. I know now that even though Lindsay was the one who planted the initial idea in our heads it wasn't all her 'fault'. It was OUR decision to make eventually. I know it sounds ridiculously romantic but at the same time I feel it was the right thing to do.
I'll be the first to admit that I took some wrong decisions during the course of my first five years with Justin. It was a very steep learning curve. By allowing Justin the freedom he needed to fly away for a while he realized how much I loved him and hell, that decision made ME realize how much I'm actually in love with this fucking talented twat.

That night after the stag party he basically told me he wanted me to keep fucking around but the moment he left I KNEW that no matter how many hot tricks I'd fuck while he was away there would be NO ONE like him. What a joke, right? Was the joke on me? Could I really let him go just a couple of weeks after I finally admitted to him that I loved him?

"Have you been speaking with Lindsay again?" I ask, as I park my car.

"No, but I was just having a moment earlier. I mean… who the fuck comes back to Pittsburgh after they've been away?" he chuckles.

"Lindsay and Mel, for one," I tell him. "The munchers didn't survive six months in Toronto, or did you forget that? And as for us… I told you many times before - opening a branch of my own established ad agency in NYC while you were there was a fucking brilliant idea and it was everything I ever wanted but… I guess we were just..." I pause and tell him I'm disconnecting the car speaker phone and am about to step out of the car.

Minutes later I'm enveloped in his embrace, letting my fingers do the talking. I inhale his distinctive scent and clutch a strand of his hair. Pressing my lips against his I grab his lower lip with my upper lip and then we just zig zag our way into a more passionate loud kiss just because we know each other way too well.

"Okay, dinner's almost ready," he announces and suddenly pulls away. He's walking from the hallway into the kitchen.

"You made dinner?' I ask as I tag along behind him. His ass looks just as firm and promising now as it was the first night we met.

"Smell's good," I smile at him. I loosen up my tie and take my jacket off as he's moving ever so gracefully around from the oven to the kitchen counter.

"Need help?" I ask, pulling my lips inward. God, he's SO beautiful and he's all MINE.

"You can go upstairs to get changed and then you can help me set the table. I made meat loaf using my mom's recipe. Then we can just relax and go over pictures from when we took Gus to DisneyWorld," he smirks at me.

I can't resist the twitch in my cock but I know it's more than that. I know he mentioned cooking meat loaf and spending a quite night at home looking at Gus' pictures before. It was back when he and I joined forces to fight for our right to fuck in public against that homophobic prick Stockwell.

"I'd love to," I answer him and we both know I mean it.

"What, no Babylon tonight?" he teases.

I pull him closer again, planting another soft kiss on his lips. "No, not necessarily, " I whisper to him.

"Fuck, yeah," he approves after we break the kiss.

"Umm… Hold that thought," I let out a content sigh as I turn away from him to go upstairs to slip into something more comfortable. I'm about to spend the rest of the evening and the rest of the weekend with the man I love just the two of us here in our home.

If it's not broken why fix it?