Here by My Side- B/J AU series part 8/10

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Author:guavejuice
Pairing:Brian/Justin
Justin's POV
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Part 8

-Brian's dorm, the next morning-

"Fuck, what time is it?" I mumble drowsily as I try to sit upright in bed. It isn't that easy, though.

Brian is sleeping beside me, lying on his stomach totally naked. One arm is folded under him, and the other casually envelops my waist, while his head is nestled next to me on the pillow he apparently snagged from me late last night when we eventually fell asleep. My heart almost melts when I notice that, but I have no time for sweet, romantic stuff. I need to get out of here fast and run back to the dorms. I can't risk another detention or suspension, not when my first year here is almost over, and not when I have so much to lose; not when I'm finally happy like I've never been before.

"Briiian…" I call to him, nudging him on his shoulder as I try to wiggle out from under his warm embrace. Fuck, I wish I could stay here, but I can't. I HAVE to go.

He finally flutters his eyes open and looks at me. God, he looks amazing. I've always wondered what it would be like to wake up next to someone you spent the night with. Someone you really cared about…
His hair is messy and his eyes are puffy, but he looks gorgeous.
"What's the rush?" he asks in a sexy, sleep-filled voice.

"I have to go back to the dorms,” I explain regretfully. “I have kitchen duty this morning,” I remind him. “If I don't show up on time, Debbie will have my balls," I tell him with a smirk.

"Yeah, she would," Brian agrees with a smile; one that goes straight to my cock. "But first we need a shower and then some breakfast. I cook a mean huevos rancheros, believe it or not," he tells me to my surprise, enunciating the Spanish words in a way that makes my entire body tingle. He looks at me suggestively and pulls his lips inward.

I groan in frustration, but I know it’s not possible. "Sounds tempting, Kinney,” I tell him, relishing the idea of a shower and a breakfast with this amazing guy, "But no can do. I have to find a way to get out of here without being seen," I explain, rising from the bed to pick up my underwear from the floor; my face burns as I practically feel his eyes on my ass as I pull my underwear on before turning around to head back to Brian’s side of the bed. I bend over to kiss him on his lips, and he takes advantage of my position to grab my wrist in an attempt to convince me to stay.

"Don't do that, Brian,” I scold him. “It’s hard enough as it is," I tell him as I gently pull away from him.

He utters an exasperated sigh as he mutters back at me, “You have no idea how hard…"

"Later?" I ask, before I take another look around.

"Later," he agrees after a slight hesitation, but then his eyebrow rises as he notices me approaching the window and opening it up.

"What the fuck are you doing? Don't tell me you're sneaking out through the window, Taylor.” He snorts in amusement. “You've been watching way too many teen drama movies…" he pushes his tongue into his cheek, resting his back against the headboard as his hands seductively roam over the taut skin of his chest, making me wish it were MY hands instead.

"Will you shut the fuck up?" I growl at him, my heart racing. “I can’t take the risk of just walking out the door. It's how I used to sneak out of my parents’ house all the time without them knowing where I went. My friend Daphne and I used to go back and forth like this," I explain. I’m very limber.” I had to be, in order to climb the tree next to my bedroom window without breaking my arm or leg – or worse.

“You’re definitely limber, all right,” Brian agrees, the side of his mouth lifting in amusement as I promptly blush over last night’s ‘gymnastics.’ "You’ve got a lot of spunk, Sunshine.”

The double entendre in his remark and the way he uses the nickname Debbie gave me makes my decision to leave even more difficult.

"I'm flattered, but now I really must go. See you later," I repeat.

"Do you mean that? Will we meet later?" He asks as I hike one leg over the window ledge. There is none of the cockiness in his voice at the moment; it almost sounds like vulnerability, instead.

“Why wouldn't we?" I stare over at him, a bit surprised to see him letting his guard down.

"Because… well, people say things, make promises, but they rarely stick to them," he answers quietly.

"‘I know what you mean, Brian. I've had my share of disappointments, you know…" I pause and lets out a deep sigh. "I don't know about other people, but I try to always stick to the promises that I make to others," I continue, staring into his eyes.

"Aren't you a bit too young to have to worry about that?" he asks.

“No. Age doesn’t determine when or how you get hurt, does it?” I answer quietly, thinking of the ways my parents had treated me in the past, and how some homophobic prick had bashed in Chris’s head.

He studies me for a moment before he replies softly, “No, I guess not.” He smile slightly then. “You’re pretty perceptive, Taylor. No wonder Debbie took you under her wing. She's the only person who has really kept me going in here for the past eight years, you know?” He shakes his head. “Fuck, I’m twenty three years old! I shouldn't give a damn, but I do," he adds, his voice rising slightly in agitation.

"Is this about your parents?" I ask quietly as I turn back around and sit down on the ledge, my need to leave temporarily forgotten.

"You guessed it," he responds through gritted teeth. "They couldn't care less. They never did. My dad sent me here when I was fifteen, because Stockwell was an old army buddy of his. Yeah, Colonel Jack Kinney did everything by the book. The right AMERICAN way. When he retired from the army and decided to get into politics and run for governor of Pennsylvania, I was just about to start high school, but then I think he suspected I was gay and knew his voters wouldn't approve, so I was sent here. After a while, I started to actually like it here in a way, and I guess to a certain extent I still do.” He snorts in disgust. “I'm really all fucked up, aren’t I? I might actually miss some of this in a weird way, and NOT just because of all the butt fucking that goes on at the dorms," he explains with a small smirk as I silently smile back at him. He pauses, letting out a dry, bitter huff. "I bet my parents won’t even show up for my graduation," he continues. "Wouldn't it be fucking hilarious if they saw us together at the Ball? Fuck! I can just see the expression on their faces…" he muses. “My big fuck-you to my wonderful, supportive parents,” he adds sarcastically.

I stare at him as he’s talking, still reclining against the headboard unabashedly naked from the waist up with the duvet barely covering his body. He pinches the bridge of his nose and then chews nervously on his thumb.

Making a decision, I stand up and return to him, sitting on the edge of the bed. "My dad sent me here after he found out that a friend of mine got us both some fake ID's to get into this gay club in town for my eighteenth birthday," I start, and from there I tell him everything that happened before I ended up here at St. George. I know I was supposed to report for my daily duties by now, but I simply can't get up and just walk away. I had never told anyone other than Daphne about all this. It's still so painful to talk about it out loud, but it feels good in a weird way to speak to Brian about it.

"I guess we're both fucked up," he tells me softly as I pause, reaching out to envelope me in his embrace.

"Which is why we fit so well together," I tell him, my voice muffled against his chest.

"How can you be so sure?" he asks as I pull back to stare into his eyes; he lightly runs the palm of his hand up and down the back of my head, making me tremble at his touch.

"I don't know…" I reply. "I just FEEL it.” I sigh apologetically after a brief pause. “But now I REALLY must go,” I remind him, locking our lips in one more deep kiss before I rise from the bed. “Later,” I whisper to him as he nods with a half-smile.

“Later,” he whispers back. A minute later, I sneak out the window, reaching the ground, and walk across the winding path to the other side of the lawn toward the junior cadet dorms. I know I might be reprimanded for being tardy, and I'm well aware I might even be taunted by some of my classmates, but I don't even care. My feet are hardly touching the ground. I'm the happiest I've ever been.

TBC…

Comments

[har2.livejournal.com]

So good! Love the two of them and their budding relationship. Brian is definitely more in touch with his feelings in this.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. It means a lot to me. I really appreciate your thoughtful supportive feedback.
More to come...

[mrs-koki.livejournal.com]

I'm glad they opened up to each other this way, they are a perfect for each other. Still I do so hope Deb catches Justin being tardy and not someone that can actually get him in trouble.

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. Your super supportive feedback means a lot.
More to come...

[mrs-koki.livejournal.com]

you're welcome! XD

[bksbracelet.livejournal.com]

Ah it looks like they are starting to progress towards a relationship ❤️

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

You may have guessed it ;)
Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment Chris. Your super supportive thoughtful feedback means a lot to me.
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[landlady-4rent.livejournal.com]

Poor guys. They are both going through hell from their non-loving parents. Glad they can talk to each other. Great, V!

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you SO much for your super supportive heartfelt feedback dear Annie. It means so much to me. So thrilled to know you're still following this story and taking the time to comment :)
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[hikinggirl70.livejournal.com]

Great chapter! Looking forward to reading the next one. 😀

[guavejuice.livejournal.com]

Thank you so much for being here and for taking the time to read and comment. Your supportive feedback means a lot to me. This story was really special to me. I'm thrilled to know you're enjoying it.