Caution
It happens that Brian scores some premium E, and Justin winds up doing a tab
three nights in a row. Justin knows Brian wont think anything of it. He
probably just appreciates the extra blowjobs.
When its the fifth night in a row, Justin senses that Brian starts to
notice. He gives Justin half a tab instead of a whole one, but when Justin isnt
high after an hour he makes Brian give him the other half. He pretends to look
for Brians keys in his pocket and steals the last tab.
The seventh night in a row is when Justin has his bad trip, and somehow things
spiral out of control without either of them ever being really aware of it.
* * *
Justin sidles up to Brian while dancing and lays his forehead on Brians
bare arm. Brian turns to him immediately and tests the back of Justins
cheek with his fingers. Christ, Justin hears him mutter above the
music, and drags him out of Babylon. He shoves Justin up against the alley wall.
Drink, he snarls, and uncaps a bottle of water.
Justin reaches for the bottle and misses it, so Brian presses it into his grasping
fingers and brings his hand to his mouth. Justin manages two swallows before
coughing and shoving the bottle away. No, he mumbles. Dont
want it.
Sure you do, Brian says, stroking his hair away from his forehead.
Just one more swallow.
Justin leers and cups Brians dick through his jeans. Okay,
he agrees, but Brian dislodges his hand.
Of water, he says patiently, although he shifts uncomfortably and
tries to adjust his erection.
Justin notices and presses up against him. Youre hard, he
whispers, and the words come out on a puff of white breath in the frigid air.
You want it. You want me to suck you off. You want me to swallow everything
you can give me. He rubs hard in just the right place and Brian looks
to the sky probably to ask for forgiveness because he grips Justins
ass tightly in both hands and lets Justin grind on him.
But Justin stops after a minute or two, feeling pale and dazed, although his
skin still pulses with heat. Brian opens tightly closed eyes and looks at him
questioningly. I think theres centipedes, Justin tells him,
and it is suddenly imperative that Brian believes him.
Theres what?
Centipedes, Justin says firmly, and pushes away from the wall, looking
at the palm of his hand. See? And he shows Brian his hand, horrified
at the little legs crawling all over it. Centipedes.
Brian nods once and steers Justin to the car.
* * *
Home turns out to be worse than Babylon, because Justin thinks the couch is
an elephant. Brian actually finds it sort of funny.
Why isnt it moving? Justin whispers, toeing one of the legs.
Maybe you need to feed it, Brian tells him seriously, and Justin
nods.
We got any peanuts?
No, Brian sighs, and goes to take a shower.
Justin makes microwave popcorn while hes gone and is throwing it at the
elephant when Brian gets out.
Elephants dont eat that, Brian says, watching him.
But were out of apples, Justin says, and bursts into tears.
Justin cries for the poor starving elephant until Brian fills a glass with water
at the sink and sits Justin down at the table. Drink it, he says,
and Justin makes a face but does it.
But he cant let go of the elephant issue, and pesters Brian to tell him
when theyre going to go shopping for peanuts. Brian is amazingly patient
until Justin starts insisting they go out now to the Giant Eagle.
Justin, Jesus fucking Christ! You only had a tab and a half! Brians
voice is rising, and Justin is a little queasy.
Todd was in the back. Gave me another one, Justin slurs, and misses
the alarmed look Brian throws him. I dont feel good, he finally
mumbles, slumping down in his chair, and his jaw begins to ache.
Shower, Brian says, and half-drags him into the bathroom.
They spend the rest of the night alternating between Justin pacing restlessly
around the loft and Brian rubbing soothing circles on his back when he starts
vomiting.
* * *
They dont talk about it the next day or the day after that, even though
both of those days are spent with Justin coming down off his high and he doesnt
leave the bed except to piss and drink more water.
Brian goes to work and stays late and Justin wants to call him but doesnt.
But Brian comes home every night, changes into jeans and a tank top, and watches
television with Justin until they both fall asleep on the couch.
Brian brings him a sandwich on the third night and Justin finally feels like
eating it, so Brian stops giving him irritated glances.
* * *
Two days later, Justin comes home to find Brian sharing a joint with Michael.
Oh my God. Give me a hit of that, he says. Work sucked ass.
Michael starts to hand it over, but Brian stops him. No. Theres
a new pack of cigarettes on the counter, smoke those.
Justin blinks at him. What?
Michael looks at Brian strangely and tries to take the joint from him. Brian,
what the fuck. Let him have some.
Yeah, Justin says mutinously, what the fuck?
A muscle jumps in Brians cheek and he jerks his wrist out of Michaels
grasp. Fine, give it to him, he shrugs. What do I care.
Justin inhales the marijuana and holds it for a minute. He closes his eyes and
lets the smoke out and feels the weed steal over him blissfully, and ignores
Brians heavy stare from across the room.
* * *
They dont speak for three days, but they fuck every night.
Justin remembers when he used to like angry sex. At the beginning, when their
relationship was undefined and unconventional and Justin had to beg, steal,
and borrow every little emotional crumb he could find, he would try to make
Brian angry.
When Brian was angry, he was raw and real and naked, and Justin could read everything.
And sometimes, Brian let him. Sometimes, after Justin gave him phenomenal head
or let Brian fuck him into the ground or bed or wall and left him gasping and
breathless beneath him, he could actually see Brian. They wouldnt
talk, but they would grunt and grab and bruise each other, and afterward they
would lie breathless together and feel the sweat dry on their bodies. Justin
used to love those times.
He doesnt like angry sex any more.
Brian fucks him from behind and Justin knows its so he doesnt have
to look at him. Justin lowers his head to the pillow and lets Brian pound into
him, absorbs the impact with his back and legs and heart.
They come at the same time, Brian with a groan and Justin in silence.
* * *
They start talking again gradually, and Justins not quite sure why they
werent speaking in the first place but thinks it has to do with the Ecstasy
thing. He gets brave one night and asks.
Why should I care if you overdosed on E, Brian snorts, and goes
back to flipping through his magazine.
I didnt overdose, Justin brats at him. God. Its
not like I died.
Not this time, Brian shrugs, and Justin narrows his eyes.
Not any time.
Oh, fucking Christ, Justin! You sound like youre a shit-headed
fourteen year old who thinks youre invincible! Brian flings the
magazine in a wide arc. It sails through the loft and knocks a candlestick off
the table.
Brian. Calm down. As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows
theyre the wrong ones.
Brian cocks his head and pins Justin in place with his eyes. I am calm,
he says softly.
Justin bites his lower lip and nods quickly. Yeah, okay. Theres
a storm coming, and Justin winces inwardly.
Im so calm, in fact, that I think maybe its time to share
some of my calmness. Then we can both be calm.
Justin tries for a casual laugh, but it just comes out as a breath.
Brian advances on him. What is this fucking shit, all of a sudden? You
feel like asserting your independence or something?
Im not your kid, Brian. Jesus. I dont have to assert my independence.
I am independent. Justin holds his ground and lets Brian come very
close. He is surprised to see that Brian is nearly vibrating with anger.
Youre not independent, Brian hisses in his face. Youre
stupid. How the fuck did you get to be twenty years old and so damn stupid?
Justin knows him well enough by now to understand that Brian does not mean stupid
in the traditional sense. Stupid is Brians word for naïve,
because innocence and naivete are two inexcusable shortcomings.
Justin still takes no less offense to it.
Youre the stupid one, he shoots back, and Brian narrows his
eyes. Three fucking years, Brian, and youre still acting like I
cant figure you out. Like Im going to cower before you like the
rest of your subjects. If you have something to say, then say it. Otherwise,
fuck off.
Justin grabs his jacket from the back of a chair and makes sure he slams the
door.
* * *
Ben gets sick and no one expects it.
Justin goes with Brian to the hospital because even though theyre back
to not talking again, it really has nothing to do with them and everything to
do with Michael.
Justin watches Michael be a mess in the hallway of the hospital, but pull it
together whenever he walks back into Bens room. He marvels at it, sort
of, because Michaels never been one to hide any of his emotions. But he
does it.
Justin knows Brian has a lot to do with the pull it together part.
They sit together in the cafeteria, Brian nearly force-feeding Michael his pudding,
while Justin discreetly observes. Brian fields the doctors questions,
cajoles the nurse into bringing an extra blanket, and manages to steer Michael
into the hallway when Bens coughing spasms almost cause him to pass out.
And when Michael bites his lip to keep from crying and it starts to bleed, Brian
holds Michaels head to his chest and lets him bury his face in Brians
shirt.
Justin wonders if hell ever get that same compassion.
They say goodbye after four hours and an assurance from the doctor that Ben
can fight off the pneumonia and should be home in three days. Justin sees Brian
plant a gentle kiss on Michaels forehead and murmur something in his ear,
and Michael gives him a wan grin. Yeah, Michael answers. Always
will.
It doesnt bother Justin as much as it used to.
* * *
They ride back home together in silence, and suddenly Justin is tired of the
drama. Is Michael okay there by himself? he asks, not really caring
what kind of answer he gets, as long as he gets some response.
Debs picking up Vic and Hunter after her shift and going right over.
Because we could go back later or something.
I might. You can go do whatever you want.
Justin knows Brian excludes him on purpose, and despite everything it sort of
makes him laugh that Brian fucking Kinney is being passive-aggressive. Maybe
theres hope.
Okay, Justin says easily, and looks out the window so Brian wont
see him smile.
Brian parks in his usual spot and Justin trails up the stairs after him, watching
as he leaves his keys on the counter and drops onto the sofa with a sigh. I
hate hospitals, he says into the stillness.
Justin makes a noise of agreement. Yeah. We should go out or something.
Go ahead. I have work to do.
Or
Justin leans over the back of the couch and nuzzles Brians
ear. Or we could stay in.
Brian jerks his head away from Justins and gets up. Go out,
he says abruptly, leaving Justin puzzled and uneasy. Just go the fuck
out and get drunk or high or both together, Justin. See how much of your guard
you can let down and how many fucking idiots you can trust and how fucking sick
you can make yourself, and then when you wind up positive, Mikey and I can come
visit you in the hospital!
He finishes on a shout, and Justin blinks. Positive? What the fuck?
Did you not see Ben in that hospital bed? Did you not see what can happen
to you?
It can happen to any of us, Justin says. It can happen to
you. What the hell, Brian? Whyre you being so
I dunno. So weird?
Brian whirls around and stalks across the floor to where Justin still stands
next to the couch. Justin has a moment to realize that Brian never shouts at
him from across the room, preferring instead to try and intimidate with his
nearness.
Two years ago, it might have worked.
Now, Justin stands his ground and lets Brian come close enough so that Justin
has to look up at him. Brian glares back. You were a completely irresponsible
dumbass last week, he says, and Justin is a little bit alarmed at the
tone of his voice.
You could be talking about me forgetting to buy cereal, Brian. You always
think Im an irresponsible dumbass.
The E, Justin! God! If I hadnt been there to drag your sorry, hallucinating
ass home, what would you have done? Brian rakes a hand through his hair
in frustration.
Uh. Called your cell? Justin is still unsure how taking too much
E makes him positive, but decides against asking.
Before or after some stupid fucker talks you into barebacking?
Justin decides that Brian is either insane or high himself. Are you fucking
kidding me with this? Why would I do that? Id never be that high.
Brian tightens his lips and Justin watches something unnamable flit through
his eyes. And then suddenly, something appalling occurs to him.
Did um. Did that happen to you? Justin swallows hard and
prays prays prays for Brian to laugh and roll his eyes and say something acerbic
so Justin can forget this idea ever planted itself in his head.
But Brians never done anything that Justins prayed for him to do.
Justin puts a hand to his face, carefully, afraid that Brian might bolt or brush
him away. He doesnt. Brian closes his eyes and turns his face into Justins
palm, nuzzling it with his nose and sighing deeply.
* * *
They drop to the floor because the bed is too far, and an unspoken battle for
dominance ensues.
Justin wants to laugh at Brians puzzled expression when he finds himself
on the bottom, pinned beneath Justins weight. A feeling of triumph starts
to well up and Justin thinks maybe, this one time, Brian will let him stay where
he is and play King of the Mountain.
But Brian doesnt play not ever and Justin doesnt know
why he always forgets that. Its not a game between them, even though it
used to be. At least for Justin. But patterns shifted somehow over their three
years together, patterns that Justin used to dream of and wish for and confess
to Daphne, and then. Funny thing. He never even noticed when they became reality
because he was still too busy trying to look inside Brian.
So Justin winds up under him again, hardwood floor biting into his shoulderblades,
while Brian covers him.
Justin thinks that maybe its not really such a bad place to be.
And when Brian rests his forehead against Justins and entwines their fingers,
Justin knows its not a bad place to be. Especially when Brian leans
down to suckle at his neck, creating suction with his mouth and bringing blood
to the surface that Justin knows will still be there tomorrow morning when he
looks in the mirror.
Brian only marks him like that when he feels possessive, so Justin lets him.
And when Brian urges Justins legs apart, sucking and nipping at the head
of his cock, Justin lets him do that too. His head falls back, his neck arches
on the floor, and Justin groans Brians name when his dick is engulfed
in hot, wet strokes. Justin is so painfully hard that if Brian keeps it up for
another ten seconds, he knows hell embarrass himself by coming all over
both of them but he doesnt care, its so sweet and good and Justin
cant ever get off like this with anyone else.
At the edge, at the very last second before Justin is about to come, Brian rips
the condom open and slicks them both with his own saliva. Justin catches his
eye as he pushes in and they hold each others gaze, flushed and sweaty
and ready and together. Brian watches him as he thrusts and Justin doesnt
look away, hearing more in Brians silence than he ever does when theyre
speaking.
Brians nostrils flare and he takes on a look of urgency that Justin recognizes
every time, and Justin tries so fucking hard to hold on and not give in. But
Brian knows what to do, unfortunately for Justin, and just when Justin thinks
he might be able to ride it out, Brian lowers his dark head and murmurs Justins
name.
Justin comes like hes been waiting forever.
Brian follows soon after with his face buried in Justins neck, muffling
his quiet groans as he rocks against Justins chest and clutches a fistful
of Justins hair.
They lay tangled in silence for a long time, and Justin watches the shadows
lengthen across the floor.
* * *
They crawl into bed after Justin starts to shiver on the cold floor. Brian urges
Justin to sprawl out on top of him.
Ill be more careful, Justin says, his cheek pressed to Brians
chest.
Brian is silent. Justin listens to his heart beat.
Yeah, Brian says, after a long time. Do that.
~End