Here by My Side- B/J AU series part 6/10

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Justin's POV
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A/N:This is NOT a WIP
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Part 6

-A couple of days later-


"Cadet Taylor?" a sharp voice rings out, bringing me back to reality as I sit in class that morning. "Report to Colonel's Stockwell's office ASAP."

Feeling a pit settling in my stomach, I can feel everyone’s eyes on me. I knew that the blow would come at some point; after living all that time with my ignorant, hateful father and my emotionally incompetent mother, I had to learn how to bend down when the storm hits, literally and figuratively, but this still feels different.

I drag my feet out of class and across the hall towards Colonel Stockwell’s office. I knock on the door as I’m led inside by another senior cadet who's NOT Brian Kinney. I figure the jerk probably retreated once he had ratted me out, unable to face me.

Colonel Stockwell looks at me unflinchingly with a steely gaze. Despite the seriousness of my predicament, I can’t help stifling a giggle, imagining that he’s not even a real colonel, but probably some fake caricature like Colonel Sanders. Fuck, what I wouldn't give for a 10-piece bucket of KFC, a couple bottles of beer, and a long chat with Daphne right about now.

"It was brought to my attention that you were seen in a local bar on Saturday night drinking beer. What is your response to that, Cadet?" Colonel Stockwell barks at me in an irritating, high-pitched voice.

"Yes, sir," I answer after a pause. “I was.” The whole thing feels extremely ridiculous, but I decide to muster all my country club manners and hope that it prevents me from getting into trouble. I take a deep breath and compose myself. It can't be all that bad, can it? The worst they can do is expel me, which would drive my old man mad, but then I'd be on my way to New York City, so who the fuck cares?

“Very well,” he replies curtly. “Consider yourself on detention this weekend. Your pass has hereby been rescinded. You'll be staying in the dorms under the supervision of Senior Cadet Macy while the rest of your class is granted their first seventy-two-hour leave at home. That'll be all. You’re dismissed, Cadet," he tells me without even lifting his eyes from his files to look at me. Standing there and feeling like some insignificant bug, my heart sinks, not because I care about whether or not I can return home for the first time in three months. That's not it. My parents couldn't care less if I was there or not. Maybe my mom might, but then she couldn’t show her true emotions, anyway, because she knew my dad would not approve. I miss seeing Daphne, but there is nothing I can do about that.

As I close the door to Colonel's Stockwell’s office behind me and turn to leave a few moments later, I find myself hoping Cadet Kinney will show up, but he doesn't. Maybe it's for the best. I don't know how I would feel if I had to face him right now.

_ _ _ _

-An hour later-

Walking into the kitchen for my daily duties, Debbie greets me with one of her warm bear hugs. "Well? What's the verdict?" she asks.

"I'm on detention. He cancelled my 72-hour leave for this weekend," I inform her.

"The bastard!" she growls angrily. “Well, to hell with him! You can stay at place, then. My brother Vic would love to meet you. He helps me cook dinner. My son Michael and his boyfriend Ben are coming over; it’ll be fun," she promises me.

"I'm sure it would be, Deb," I assure her. "But I can’t go. I'm not allowed to leave the barracks the entire weekend," I inform her.

Her eyes flash in irritation. "This is bullshit! I can't believe Brian would do such a thing! It's not like him to tell on a junior cadet. He’s never done that; I mean, it's not like he hasn't been to Woody's before for a bottle of beer on a Saturday night when HE was a junior cadet,” she divulges. I can’t quite say that I’m surprised by that revelation, however. Somehow that seems to fit his image.

I smile at her, trying to convey my thanks for her concern and support. "It's okay,” I murmur. “I’ll be fine.”

"You're a tough cookie, Sunshine; I'll say that for you," she tells me with a smile as she pats me on my shoulder.

_ _ _ _ _

-Saturday night, St. George Military academy-

Sitting alone in my room at the dorms, I feel I can finally try to relax a little. I actually like the silence, and the fact that no one's rushing around or running or shouting or just rambling since they've all gone home for the weekend. I lie on my back in bed, wearing my white T shirt and white boxer briefs. I shrug, uncaring about my state of undress. What the fuck; no one is here anyway. I roll to my side to pull my sketch pad out of the nightstand drawer, thinking I might be able to find the peace of mind and inspiration to draw a little bit. Out of the corner of my eye, I detect the framed photo of that hot guy Daphne brought me as a going away present lying flat inside the drawer, and I let out a sigh. Then I notice the other gift from her – the box of condoms. I let out a snort, wondering if I would ever even have any use for them. Rolling onto my stomach, I place my sketch pad on my pillow. As I start drawing one image comes to my mind: Chris Hobbs. I actually can't remember the poor bastard's face, but it doesn't really matter, because I'm more interested in drawing the small of his back and his firm butt cheeks. I don't even know why this particular image is stuck in my mind now. Maybe it's because he was the only other guy I had ever seen naked before when I occasionally lurked in the locker room at St. James. My tongue peeks out as I concentrate on my drawing; it always transports me to a different world, and despite the circumstances, it is not entirely unpleasant. As I continue sketching, I notice that some of Brian Kinney's features start to appear on the page, even though I've never seen HIM naked in my life. Not that I wouldn’t want to, though.

A soft knock on the door startles me. I sit upright and decide to put my sketch pad back into the drawer next to the framed photo and unopened box of condoms. As I do, a piece of paper slips from between the pages and lands on the floor. I pick it up and notice it's the lyrics of that song, Weapon; the song I'd copied back at St. James, and kept with me after Chris had been bashed.

I scowl as I hear another knock, more forceful this time; the person on the other side of the door apparently doesn’t want to wait for me to open up. I'm guessing it's probably Cadet Macy, who’s due to check up on me before 'lights out.’ I imagine he doesn’t want to be here anymore than I do; well, probably him less than I. I kind of like the solitude at the moment.

Before I can get up to respond, I literally gasp as the door suddenly opens and Cadet Kinney himself walks in.

"What are YOU doing here…Sir?" I ask, trying to keep the irritation out of my voice.

"I'm standing in for Senior Cadet Macy," Brian answers, his voice unbelievably deep and husky. His eyes sweep down to linger on my body, and my face feels like it’s on fire. "Is everything okay in here, Junior Cadet Taylor?" he continues after a short pause. I could swear his voice softens as he asks that.

"I'll survive…" I respond curtly, not even trying to hide my resentment. I suspect I’m not doing a good job of hiding some other emotion coursing through me at the moment, either, as my cock responds to his scrutiny. Shit, what if he notices?

"Look, I hope Colonel Stockwell wasn't too hard on you. It's just that for the past couple of years there's been a strict no alcohol policy here, so… I had no choice," he explained, threading his hair through his fingers. Despite my irritation over what had happened, I couldn’t help thinking how hot he looks trying to explain himself.

"There's no need to explain," I hasten to reply, feeling the pressure in my balls growing every minute and quickly spreading towards my dick.

"Alright, then," he says, apparently trying to compose himself, or so it seems. Was the indefatigable Cadet Kinney suddenly feeling unsure of himself? He clears his throat before reminding me, "Lights out by eleven," and with a formal nod he turns to leave.
_ _ _ _

-Two weeks later-

Ever since that night, Debbie and I have hardly had the time to discuss everything that happened. I am still attending to my kitchen duties, but between our 'basic training' and academic duties I hardly have time to think. I guess I just buried it in my subconscious.

I try to avoid Cadet Kinney as much as I can, which isn't that difficult because his class is graduating in less than three weeks, so we juniors never get to see much of them anyway. I'd be kidding myself if I say I'm not lying awake at night, thinking of HIM and sporting a massive, aching, hard-on as I do, but I know it's just me being overly romantic. Scratch that, I mean horny. Thinking about what happened while I was in detention doesn't really help, either. Well…if you come to think about it, NOTHING really happened, but I just can't stop thinking about him.

TBH…

Comments

[rulisteningbj.livejournal.com]

Poor horney Justin when is he going to get some action. That box of condoms needs to be opened and used.

Dee Dee

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Ha! Yup, I sure Justin would agree with you at that point ;)

Thank you SO much for following this story Dee Dee and for taking the time to leave such a super supportive feedback. It means so much to me.
Thrilled to know you're enjoying it :)

More to come...

[har2.livejournal.com]

Poor Justin. All alone and his furlough cancelled. At least Brian popped in. Stockwell is an ass as usual.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for your super supportive thoughtful feedback. It means a lot. I'm trilled to know you're still following this story.
More to come...

[techgirl-on-ij.livejournal.com]

Aww, poor Justin being alone and longing for Brian. I'm happy that his punishment didn't turn out to be too bad.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Justin is obviously longing for Brian...
Thank you so much for your super supportive heartfelt feedback dear techi. It means so much to me. I'm so thrilled to know you're still following this series.
More to come...

[blossomlegs.livejournal.com]

Just finished reading the first six chapters, Brilliant. Brian following rules and reporting Justin, doesn't seem right. Glad Deb is there so he has someone to talk to. Looking forward to more, thanks for sharing!
JoAnn

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for following this story so far and for taking the time to leave such a super supportive feedback. So thrilled to know you're enjoying it.
More to come...

[yumyumpm.livejournal.com]

I find it hard to believe that Cadet Kinney had no choice, unless someone else saw and was going to tell?

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and leave a comment. It means so much to me.
I hope more of Brian's intentions- or should I say Brian's motive to take just a course of action- would be revealed in the upcoming chapter (which I just posted earlier today...)
So... more to come ;)

[hikinggirl70.livejournal.com]

Love the update! Looking toward to reading the next chapter.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for taking the time to read and comment. Your supportive feedback means a lot to me. So thrilled to know you enjoyed this chapter.
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