MY GIRL
Part 6

One month later:

Justin was getting ready for bed, frustrated that he had painted nothing yet again, when he heard the front door open. He looked at the clock, saw it was 2 am and headed downstairs to see if Brian was ok. Not surprisingly, Brian came up the steps with the help of Mikey. Justin smiled at Mikey and offered him a cup of coffee, which he refused, saying he had to work the next day. Brian plopped himself on the leather sofa while Justin let Mikey out.

“Justin?” Brian called loudly.

“Yea?” Justin answered softly, hoping Brian would take the hint.

Bella had a habit of waking up when she heard loud noises. And it had taken him hours just to get her asleep. “Come here.”

Justin sat on the edge of the sofa, his hands moving the hair from Brian’s forehead. Brian stared at him. He could look at Justin all day and be happy. He loved Justin so much, sometimes even he was amazed. So why was he risking everything? He didn’t even care to be with anyone else. He just wanted his boy. But he no longer felt as though his boy wanted him.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Justin asked nervously.

Brian grinned. “Because you’re beautiful…and you’re mine.”

Justin blushed and leaned down to give his slightly drunk lover a kiss. He tasted the alcohol and the cigarettes and sighed, relieved. Brian wasn’t fucking around on him. Justin pulled back. “Let’s go upstairs.”

“No. You’ll want to check on Bella. By the time you’re done, I’ll be asleep. Come here and kiss me. I want to fuck you, baby…right here.”

Justin stifled a yawn. “No, I won’t. I promise. Besides, I don’t want to fuck down here. If Bella wakes up, she’ll get scared if she doesn’t find me upstairs.”

Brian let out an exasperated sigh. “When do you EVER want to fuck? You and your fucking excuses.”

“Who’s making excuses? I said I wanted to…just not down here.”

Brian turned onto his stomach and hid his face in the cushion. Minutes later, he was snoring. Justin sighed. He pulled off Brian’s pants and covered him with a blanket before going up to bed. Brian reminded him of Bella sometimes. When they couldn’t get their way, they huffed and sulked…and then went to sleep.

Brian wasn’t sure what he was doing but he just couldn’t help himself. He thrust into the tight hole in front of him harder until he heard the guy groan loudly and then he came. Pulling up his pants, he exited the room, lighting up a cigarette as he did so.
Finding Mikey leaning against the bar alone, he joined him, ordering a beer in the process. Mikey watched him through narrowed eyes but said nothing.

Brian sipped on the beer and chose to ignore him. He didn’t need anyone to tell him what he was doing was wrong. He knew it was. But he couldn’t help himself. In the past month, he had fucked three, maybe four guys…but he had an excuse…sort of.
He was under way too much stress and if his way to unwind was to get out of the house and fuck, then so be it. Brian didn’t want to hurt his partner; that was the last thing on his mind. But what Justin didn’t know couldn’t hurt him. And Brian made sure he was discreet.

All he knew was that Justin would always be there when he got home, working on his art or sleeping. Either way, he had no time for Brian. So why should Brian stay home and do nothing? If he wanted to fuck and Justin wasn’t in the mood, why shouldn’t he come to a place where the fucks were cheap and meaningless? Brian swallowed the last of his beer. “I’m outta here.”

“Brian. Wait.” Mikey grabbed his arm.

“What?”

“You’ve got to stop doing this…not just to him…but to yourself.”

Brian pulled his hand away. “You don’t know anything.”

“I know you love him…and he loves you. Whatever is going on…talk to him. Don’t do this anymore. It has got to stop.”

“Tell me something, Mikey. Who are you to fucking preach to me? I’ve allowed myself to get involved with one guy for God knows how long and I’m still fucking with him. What about you?”

Mikey shook his head. “This isn’t about me, Brian. This is about you. I’m exactly where I want to be.”

Brian walked away obviously annoyed but Mikey followed. When they were outside, Mikey tugged at Brian’s jacket, spinning him around. “I was wrong when I said you shouldn’t have gotten back with Justin. I was wrong when I told you not to take on the responsibility of Bella. But Brian, I’m not wrong now. You’re going to lose them both if you don’t get your act together!”

Brian closed his eyes, knowing Mikey was making sense. He felt Mikey’s arms around him. “I’m fucking crazy, Mikey.” Brian whispered when he pulled away. “I have everything and yet…I’m risking it all…”

“What’s going on? Did something happen with Justin?” Mikey asked.

Brian shook his head sadly. “Nothing happens with me and Justin anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“It means we don’t talk; we don’t fuck; we hardly ever see each other.”

Mikey’s eyes narrowed. “You’re kidding me, right?”

“Why the fuck would I joke about something like that?”

“Brian…you are FUCKING insane. THAT is your big problem? Oh Jesus!”

“What?” Brian protested, swaying slightly in his semi-drunk state.

“So that’s why you’ve been going fuck crazy in the past month? Grow up, would you? You’re close to fucking forty. Go home to your family, Brian.”

“He doesn’t love me anymore, Mikey.” Brian sounded pitiful.

“You’re really annoying me, Brian.”

“So you think he still loves me?”

Mikey glared. “Get in the fucking jeep. I’m driving you home.” Even though Brian grumbled for the entire drive, he felt slightly better. If Mikey thought he was being dumb, maybe he really was.

Justin was still up when he got home, shouting at Bella...Nothing new there. “Put that down! James Bella! Come here!”

Brian walked up the stairs and saw Justin running after Bella, who had the TV remote control in her hands. She was, as usual, wearing nothing but her diaper and a grin. The minute she spotted Brian, she ran towards him.

“Dada! I don’t wanna go bed. Make daddy stop.” She pleaded.

Brian pulled her into his arms and kissed her chubby cheek. “Justin, leave her alone.”

Justin sighed, frustrated. “Fine! You bloody put her to bed tonight, ok? She’s been driving me crazy all day!”

He was just about to walk off when Brian grabbed his arm. “Don’t get mad at me. And come here and kiss me. I missed you all day.”

Justin glared at him. “Where were you all night? Emmett said you and Mikey went out! You didn’t even call, Brian. I was getting worried. I hate it when you go out with Mikey now. You always come home too late and drunk.”

Brian tried to kiss him but he moved his head away. “I’m sorry. No more late nights, ok? I promise.”

Justin felt a tiny finger poking at his face. “All better, daddy?”

Justin pointed his finger at her. “Don’t give me that look. You’re not getting away young lady. And neither are you, Brian!” To Bella he added, “Ten minutes and then bed!”

“NO!” she shouted back.

Brian squeezed her. “Behave yourself, Bella. No screaming.” She cuddled up against Brian’s chest.

In their bedroom, she played with the remote control on the bed as Justin watched Brian undress. “So you still didn’t say where you were? And why you couldn’t call.” Justin asked.

Brian unbuttoned his shirt. “Give me a fucking break, would you? I went out for a drink.”

“That’s obvious. I just hope it was only drinks you got.” Justin said nastily.

Brian watched him coldly. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean, Justin?”

“It just means I hope you’re…you know…faithful…I guess…not screwing around… Bella, don’t put that in your mouth!”

“Well maybe if I was getting some at home, I wouldn’t have to go out to get it.” Brian muttered, watching as Justin fought Bella for the control.

“Stop that Bella! And I heard that, Brian! And if you want to fuck around, by all means, do so. But do me a favour and be honest about it. Don’t have me waiting around like an asshole for you.”

Brian swallowed. The guilt hit him squarely in the chest…and he wasn’t about to admit anything…he knew how Justin could be. He tossed his shirt on the floor and sat on the bed next to Justin. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean any of it.”

“So why say such hurtful things?” Justin asked softly, running his fingers through Brian’s hair. Bella ignored them, totally engrossed in trying to chew the buttons of the control.

Brian kissed Justin briefly on his mouth. “Because I’m an idiot. And I love you. And I want to fuck and you never have time for me anymore.”

Justin laughed. “You’d think you’d have gotten tired of me by now…”

“Never.” Brian whispered in Justin’s ear, just before his tongue traced its outline. Hearing a low moan, he pulled the lobe into his mouth and sucked gently.

“Hmmm…don’t stop…” Justin moaned. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Bella tugging on the remote with her teeth.
“Oh Jesus! Bella! That does it! No TV for you tomorrow! Time for bed!” Brian moved away quickly, his ear drum in shock after having Justin scream at the baby so near to him. “I’m sorry, Brian. It’s just…she’s been so bad today.”

Brian laughed as he massaged his ear. “What happened?”

When Justin had finally gotten the control away from her, he turned to Brian. “She’s just driving me crazy. While I was painting, I put her in a corner to colour. Not only did she eat half of her crayon, she chose to draw on the white wall and not the paper!”

“Don’t laugh, Brian! She told she wanted eggs for breakfast. When I actually made them though, they were too cold, and too hot and too funny. So THREE times I made eggs. And she ended up dipping into my cereal anyways.”

Brian lifted the giggling baby in his arms. She was the smartest baby he knew, even smarter than Gus when he was her age.
Plus, Bella had the habit of repeating everything anyone said and wanting to do everything by herself, which Brian thought was fascinating.

“Why’d you give daddy such a hard time today? Tell daddy sorry.” Brian kissed her nose.

“Sorry daddy.” Bella said, giving Justin her angel face...the one she used constantly on Brian, who fell for it every time.

Justin smiled at her. “How can anyone stay mad at that face for long? You wanna put her to bed or should I?”

Brian kissed her again before handing her over to Justin. “I’ll come tuck her in as soon as I have a shower.”

Twenty minutes later, Brian walked out of the bathroom and saw Justin sprawled out on the bed, naked “She’s asleep already?” Brian asked.

“Out cold.”

“If only she’d stay that way for a year.”

“I’d settle for a day.” Justin responded as he got under the covers. “I’m so fucking exhausted.”

Brian went into his daughter’s room and kissed her good night before coming to bed. He knew eventually he would have to stop walking around the house naked, but he’d stop when Justin started kicking a fuss. Justin’s eyes were already closed but Brian shook him awake.

“Brian, I’m tired.” Justin complained.

“I want to ask you something.” Brian persisted.

Justin sighed before propping up on his elbows to stare at his older lover. “What’s wrong?”

Brian kissed him first before saying, “Stop being so grumpy. Would you ever cheat on me again?”

“What? Where did that come from?”

“Just answer the goddamn question.”

“No, I wouldn’t. Why? Did you cheat on me?” Justin asked suspiciously.

Brian lowered his eyes. “What would you do if I did?”

Justin watched Brian closely. “I’m not sure…It would hurt. Brian…what’s going on? Did you fuck someone tonight?” Justin tried to get off the bed but Brian wouldn’t let him. He moved until he was straddling Justin’s waist.

“Calm down. I didn’t do anything.”

Justin didn’t believe him. “So what’s with all the questions? You don’t just ask unless something happened.”

Brian fingered Justin’s nipples. “Stop overreacting. I’m just curious.”

Justin entwined his fingers with Brian’s. “So did you?”

Brian took a deep breath. “No. I would never cheat on you. Not anymore. I made a commitment to you…and to our kid.”

Justin sighed relieved. He knew Brian would never lie to him because honesty meant so much to Brian. He pulled Brian down for a kiss. “I didn’t really think you did.” He said sweetly.

Brian bit the inside of his mouth. He felt like shit. He should have just told Justin the truth and dealt with the consequences. Justin would have been upset but not enough to leave him. After all, they shared too much…loved each other too much…needed each other too much. But he chickened out. He wasn’t ready to take the chance yet. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be ready. And he didn’t want to hurt Justin.

He felt Justin’s legs wrapping around him. “Brian? I’m sorry ok?”

“What for?”

“For neglecting you…things are going to change now. I promise. From now on, we make sure we have time for each other. And sex…five times a week.” Justin joked.

“Fifty.” Brian laughed.

Getting serious again, Justin stared into Brian’s eyes. “You know you mean everything to me, right? I’m crazy about you…mad for you…in love with you completely.”

Brian grinned sexily and leaned down to plant a wet, passionate kiss on his eager lover’s lips. “Prove it.”

Justin went ahead to do just that.

One month later:

When Brian came downstairs, he found his young lover making breakfast for him. Slipping his hands around him, he planted a kiss on his neck before saying, “I’m surprised you’re up…considering how many times I fucked you last night...and this morning.”

Justin smiled and turned around to wrap his arms around Brian’s neck. “I had to do something to thank you.”

Brian sucked on the tongue Justin slipped into his mouth, hearing his boy moan as he did so. He wished he could stay home and fuck the day away but he had an important new client coming in this morning. But he was content. Things could not have been better with him and Justin. They hadn’t started over exactly but were trying very hard at their relationship again.

He pulled away and smiled when he noticed Justin’s eyes were closed, his mouth parted slightly. Planting another brief kiss on his lips, he said, “I’ve gotta go. But we’ll finish this up later?”

Justin opened his eyes and pouted. “What about breakfast?”

Brian picked up his briefcase. “You eat it. You’re getting too skinny anyways. Or keep it for the monster. She should be getting up soon.”

“Brian!”

“I’ll call you!” And he was out the door.

Justin was muttering under his breath when he heard the doorbell ring five minutes later. He assumed Brian had returned so coming down the steps, he was shouting, “Changed your mind, did you?”

When he opened the door, he nearly fainted. Standing in front of him was Jaime.

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