Changes, Part 4 (You & Me Series)
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soulmatejunkeeTitle: Changes, Part 4/? (You & Me-Series)
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soulmatejunkee
Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 2.880
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:mander3_swish - thank you so much!
As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
14. Be careful what you wish for
15. Changes - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Brian's POV
When you’re surrounded by couples – all the time – everywhere – you stop listening to them and their problems at some point. This simply happens because you have nothing to add since you’re partner isn’t around, with you, and you can’t really relate to them and their daily-routine problems anymore. Normally you also hate those little wannabe-problems; you’re proud that you don’t have them… never had them, but with your partner living so far away from you, you’re practically begging and hoping and praying for a little more regular day-to-day, dare say - domestic, stuff.
That’s what changes the first: You stop being a part of your partner’s daily life, because he lives there and you live here… and the spare time you two spend together are filled with kissing, touching, hugging, fucking… fuck, even cuddling. There’s no time to let a daily routine find a place in that 48 hours the two of you are together every week. You try, sometimes, but it simply doesn’t work.
And then, when you see them again, your friends, with or without their partners, and they complain about their daily routine, all you can think is: Stop whining! At least there’s someone waiting for you to come home to or Wanna switch? I’ll take your happy home and you can take my weekend-fuck-relationship. But you don’t say anything because, after all, there’s no reason for you to complain. Your relationship might not be perfect, and lately you’ve realized that something has changed, but after all, it’s a long-distance-relationship and it’s working just fine.
“You didn’t even ask him,” Michael complained when we met at the diner for breakfast. “Unbelievable.”
“He has a cell phone Michael. And an email account and an office number… just call him yourself,” I answered. “The two days per week I am able to spend with Justin I’m not going to talk about Rage or any other fucking business.”
“Except the fucking business of course,” Ted quipped.
“Of course,” I agreed. Actually I hadn’t planed to not tell Justin, I simply forgot. And Michael wasn’t pissed at me because I forgot, he was pissed because Ben hadn’t done the dishes that morning, leaving it all for Michael. Daily routine. I wasn’t sure if it was normal that I wanted to have a daily routine like that or if I should start seeing a shrink for wanting Justin and me fighting over the dishes.
Michael made a face and shook his head. “Fine, I’ll call him.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
It had been the dishes for Michael and Ben and the trash for Ted and Blake that morning. Ben had left the house without doing the dishes and Blake left the house without taking out the trash. So Ted had to take it out, which seemed to be a real drama. I wonder if any of them will ask their husbands what they were thinking about to leave the house without doing the dishes and taking the trash at the end of the day, or if Michael and Ted will have forgotten all about it during the day and everything will be back to normal by the evening.
That was what I was thinking about when Emmett stormed into the diner and almost ran into Debbie before practically falling into the seat next to Michael. Debbie followed him immediately – of course.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked furiously.
“He’s gone,” Emmett said, and crossed his arms as a sign that he was upset. “I came home at 1:30 AM yesterday… or today, whatever, and he was gone. He just left.”
Now Debbie practically fell onto the seat beside me, but unfortunately there wasn’t much space left anymore and so I almost ended up on Ted’s lap. She didn’t care…
“Emmett, honey,” she took his hand over the table. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“I gave him an ultimatum yesterday before I left for the Humphrey wedding. I told him that he needed to make up his mind otherwise I would leave him. And … tonight when I came home, the wheelchair was in the garage and he was gone!”
“Didn’t he leave a note?” Michael asked.
“Sure Michael, he left me a note and told me exactly what’s going on, that’s why I’m so upset,” Emmett answered sarcastically.
I couldn’t help laughing. Finally some not so daily routine problems that reminded me about my own non-existent daily relationship.
“No he didn’t,” Emmett continued.
Michael frowned. Sarcasm doesn’t always work for him; sometimes it seems to really hurt him, like now. “I’m sorry for asking.”
“I forgive you,” was the answer that made me laugh again. Michael was still totally confused and still not very amused.
Debbie stroked Emmett’s hand. “Did you check his closet?”
He nodded. “His clothes are all still there. I tried to call him. I left him three messages, but nothing… he didn’t call me back.”
You have to know Emmett to know how unbelievable dramatic and shrill his voice can sound when he’s angry or upset. Or happy and excited. Or thoughtful and coddling.
“He’ll call,” Michael said and Ted immediately agreed with him.
“Maybe he just needed a time out. It’s hard for him, too. Maybe he just needed… well…”
“A meaningless fuck to get his mind straight?” I shrugged and got death-glares from Debbie, Michael, and Ted, and a kick under the table from Michael. I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. He’s freaking out because you gave him an ultimatum. He left the fucking wheelchair and his clothes and just left. What are the options?”
“Thank you, Brian,” Emmett said and nodded. “You always have such a charming way to make someone feel better. But please, could you just shut up and remember how it feels to get dumped… I’m sure you do?”
Ouch! Normally I was able to take sarcasm; normally I knew how to answer. Emmett and I shared a very long look that said everything and nothing. I’ve learned to appreciate Emmett Honeycutt over the years. He was a very shrill and loud guy, but he wasn’t a bad guy. He was a good friend and sometimes it was even fun to hang out with him, but you never should underestimate him.
“He didn’t dump you, honey,” Debbie said. “He just needed a time out. He will be back and everything will be good again.”
Our look ended when Emmett turned to Debbie and gave her a thankful smile.
“Hey!” I warned Ted, when I felt his hand on my thigh.
He sighed. “I have to get my purse.”
“It’s not between my legs.”
Emmett's POV
I had a busy day, but I couldn’t really concentrate. I waited for my cell phone to ring, but it didn’t. I hated that feeling, but it was familiar. Years ago, Ted had done the same thing; he just disappeared, didn’t call, didn’t answer my calls, and in the end it turned out that he went to the White Party with the money Melanie and Lindsay had saved for Gus’ future. Sure, this wasn’t the same, but it was similar.
I decided to not go home after I was done with calling some clients and some arrangements. I had no intention of sitting there alone and waiting for something to happen. So I went to Woody’s, but obviously no one else had the same idea that night. I stayed there for two hours, alone.
Then I drove home and saw that the light was on. When I closed the door behind me I heard some music and noises from the kitchen. The table was covered with candles and there were flowers on it.
“Drew?”
The noises from the kitchen stopped and he came out to the living room, slowly, since he was still hobbling a little. He was fully dressed and he was also wearing an apron – my apron. He was shaved and his hair was nicely coiffed. He looked beautiful, which made it very hard to be angry at him.
“Hey,” he said softly.
But I was angry, and there was still the question where he had been last night. Brian’s words were still running in my head. “What is this all about?”
“I cooked some dinner from one of your recipes, but… after four hours in the oven I decided to throw it away.”
He had cooked me some dinner…
“I was busy,” I said.
“Yeah, I thought so.” He pointed to the flowers. “These are for you.”
“Fuck the flowers! Where have you been? And why didn’t you leave a note or answer any one of my many calls? Do you have any idea how worried I was?!”
He looked down and nodded. “I can imagine very well actually. I checked your wardrobe when I came back this morning. Thank god it’s still here.”
“Where have you been?” I asked him again. “With someone else?”
“What?” He frowned and shook his head. “No. I mean, yes. I was with my parents, but… no.”
“You were with your parents?!” I had to laugh. “That’s the last place where I would’ve looked out for you.”
“I needed to clear my head.”
I nodded. “And?”
“And then I went to the doctor and asked for some more rehab and then I drove to the supermarket and then I came back home and cooked and… waited.”
I still nodded. I had no idea what to feel. I was relieved and happy, he was here, and he obviously hadn’t been with someone else. He had cooked dinner for me, he had bought me beautiful flowers, and he was up on his feet - no wheelchair anymore. But on the other hand I was afraid to be happy and relieved. When I had been with Teddy and was sure that everything would be fine again, things got worse.
“What did the doctor say?” I asked him.
“Not much. It’s all healing well, I have to do the rehab, I have to be patient, and as soon as the therapist allows it I’m free to start doing sports again – slowly, of course.” He walked over to me and took my hand in his. “I’m sorry for these last few weeks. I haven’t figured out what to do next. I can’t imagine not playing football anymore and maybe I’ll be bitchy about this from time to time –I have no doubt.”
“I know.”
“And it’s good that you didn’t come home sooner because the roast was uneatable.”
I gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, well, chef was not what I had in mind for you when I was talking about your future.”
“Good,” He cleared his throat, “and we’re not allowed to fuck yet. The doctor said it could still cause pain for the hip and that we have to wait… a few… more… weeks. Which is also a proof that I didn’t cheat on you.”
I nodded. A few more weeks without sex… Oh lord, this sucked so much!
He put his hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes. “So, do you forgive me?”
I leaned my face against his hand and sighed. “I guess so.”
He pulled me closer and kissed me. I could taste the orange juice, no beer, no alcohol.
“I missed you,” I said.
“I know. I’m back.”
I was still scared, but just for a few hours I was willing to forget all my worries about the future. Maybe there was a way for us; we just had to figure it out.
Brian's POV
It was my 36th birthday. This time I got a breakfast-party at the diner. That was new and I admit it was a very original idea and it was a surprise. I was sure that something would happen, but it wasn’t the breakfast that I had expected.
As it turned out it had been Justin’s idea. He couldn’t be here for it this year, but he was totally euphoric in telling me when he called later that day and promised me to celebrate my birthday the upcoming weekend.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him.
“Chocolate cake.”
He seemed to have developed an addiction for that chocolate cake from the hotel. I still wonder where he put all of that sugar and carbs. “Isn’t it my birthday? So what’s in there for me?”
“Oh you have no idea what I have in mind for that chocolate cake.”
I really didn’t…
On Friday morning I met Jennifer at the diner and I overheard her telling Debbie that there had been a burglary in New York. There was no reason for her to talk about that if it wouldn’t have been Justin they were talking about, right?
“He’s totally calm and so is Josh and he told me that I shouldn’t freak out that much. What’s with that… another generational problem?”
“No, that’s more a cool-boy-attitude,” Debbie said.
“Thank god no one was at home.”
“If someone would’ve been home those fucking idiots wouldn’t have broken in,” Debbie answered.
And that was it, all I heard about it. Jennifer left and just gave me one of her heartwarming smiles and Debbie somehow disappeared – which actually is impossible for that loud and colorful woman.
I went to New York that night, and Justin didn’t say anything about the break-in. He only told me that he got another show in Philadelphia next week at the same gallery as the last time. I wasn’t sure if maybe I had misunderstood Jennifer, so I didn’t say anything at first, but fuck, it was bothering me. He would’ve told me if something had happened, right?
His plans for the chocolate cake were… mh… well, not bad. He put the cream on my nipples and some over my belly and even some on my dick and… hell yeah, that chocolate cake was fucking hot. It was a very slow blowjob with a very intense prostate massage and fuck, that boy was so good in what he was does. I would love to say he got it all from me, but I think it’s simply in his nature. He’s a fucking genius. Normally I never watched him jerking himself off without doing anything to help, but this time… I did. I was so busy in concentrating on not shooting thirty seconds after he had started to take care of his own dick.
After we both came, he crawled up on my body and left soft kisses everywhere. He lay down on top of me, his lips on my ear. “Happy Birthday.”
I wondered if my daily-routine-couple-friends still had such fantastically mind-blowing orgasms with each other or if they were to busy thinking about the dishes and the trash.
Later that night, Justin had eaten the rest of the cake, watched cartoons, and we had smoked some good stuff, as always, when I finally asked him: “What about the burglary?”
He looked confused and then rolled his eyes. “Okay, who told you about it?”
So it was true. Fuck! “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It happened two weeks ago, I didn’t want to bother you. You would’ve been worried and…”
“Of course I would have been worried, what the fuck?!”
“Nothing happened, otherwise I would’ve told you”, he said. And other than Debbie, I didn’t think he was just playing it cool. He really was. “Honestly I have no idea why they broke in anyway. We’re not really living on the Upper East Side. They only took the TV, that’s it. The police said it might have been a junkie, since normally, our area isn’t the dangerous one, since there’s nothing to really steal.”
He laughed and shook his head before he continued: “Josh totally freaked out about the TV and I’m not sure if he was happy or disappointed that they didn’t steal his MP3-player or my laptop or the new cappuccino-machine his mother sent us. He’s such a freak.”
And that was when I realized the changes. Every phone call, every email, every talk we had never included any kind of tidbits about our daily routines anymore. All we talked about were the good things that had happened, but never about the not so good news.
I didn’t tell him about Drew’s accident or the big client I had lost or that I had met my with sister the other day – my daily routine.
And he didn’t tell me about anything that happened in New York, anything about Josh freaking out or possible problems with his job – his daily routine.
“So, summer’s coming up, do you have any plans?” he asked me.
I shook my head, still caught up in my thoughts.
“Do you want to invite Gus again? Last year was cool. I’m sure I could get four free weeks again and we could do a pool party or something.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see them, all of them. I barely know what’s going on in Pittsburgh anymore.”
I nodded. He’d realized it too, the changes.
“Sure, I’ll talk to Linds,” I said.
“Good.” He crawled onto me and kissed my shoulder and my neck and my face. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
I looked at him for a few seconds, and then I shook my head. “No, everything’s fine.”
TBC
Author:
soulmatejunkee Fandom: Queer as Folk US
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Timeline: Post 5.13; POV's
Word Count: 2.880
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything. It’s all CowLip and Showtime.
Beta:
mander3_swish - thank you so much!As always: Every comment is welcome. I Love to read what you think. Thanks!
01. Listen to me
02. Trust me
03. Babylon Part 1 | Part 2
04. Find a way Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4
05. ...remember what's missing?
06. The Party
07. Thanksgiving 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10
08. 1 wedding, 4 rings... 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12
09. The first Webcam Sex Chat
10. The first call
11. Expectations - Happy Valentine | Revenge
12. March 18th 2006
13. Aftermath - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
14. Be careful what you wish for
15. Changes - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4
Brian's POV
When you’re surrounded by couples – all the time – everywhere – you stop listening to them and their problems at some point. This simply happens because you have nothing to add since you’re partner isn’t around, with you, and you can’t really relate to them and their daily-routine problems anymore. Normally you also hate those little wannabe-problems; you’re proud that you don’t have them… never had them, but with your partner living so far away from you, you’re practically begging and hoping and praying for a little more regular day-to-day, dare say - domestic, stuff.
That’s what changes the first: You stop being a part of your partner’s daily life, because he lives there and you live here… and the spare time you two spend together are filled with kissing, touching, hugging, fucking… fuck, even cuddling. There’s no time to let a daily routine find a place in that 48 hours the two of you are together every week. You try, sometimes, but it simply doesn’t work.
And then, when you see them again, your friends, with or without their partners, and they complain about their daily routine, all you can think is: Stop whining! At least there’s someone waiting for you to come home to or Wanna switch? I’ll take your happy home and you can take my weekend-fuck-relationship. But you don’t say anything because, after all, there’s no reason for you to complain. Your relationship might not be perfect, and lately you’ve realized that something has changed, but after all, it’s a long-distance-relationship and it’s working just fine.
“You didn’t even ask him,” Michael complained when we met at the diner for breakfast. “Unbelievable.”
“He has a cell phone Michael. And an email account and an office number… just call him yourself,” I answered. “The two days per week I am able to spend with Justin I’m not going to talk about Rage or any other fucking business.”
“Except the fucking business of course,” Ted quipped.
“Of course,” I agreed. Actually I hadn’t planed to not tell Justin, I simply forgot. And Michael wasn’t pissed at me because I forgot, he was pissed because Ben hadn’t done the dishes that morning, leaving it all for Michael. Daily routine. I wasn’t sure if it was normal that I wanted to have a daily routine like that or if I should start seeing a shrink for wanting Justin and me fighting over the dishes.
Michael made a face and shook his head. “Fine, I’ll call him.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
It had been the dishes for Michael and Ben and the trash for Ted and Blake that morning. Ben had left the house without doing the dishes and Blake left the house without taking out the trash. So Ted had to take it out, which seemed to be a real drama. I wonder if any of them will ask their husbands what they were thinking about to leave the house without doing the dishes and taking the trash at the end of the day, or if Michael and Ted will have forgotten all about it during the day and everything will be back to normal by the evening.
That was what I was thinking about when Emmett stormed into the diner and almost ran into Debbie before practically falling into the seat next to Michael. Debbie followed him immediately – of course.
“What the fuck was that?” she asked furiously.
“He’s gone,” Emmett said, and crossed his arms as a sign that he was upset. “I came home at 1:30 AM yesterday… or today, whatever, and he was gone. He just left.”
Now Debbie practically fell onto the seat beside me, but unfortunately there wasn’t much space left anymore and so I almost ended up on Ted’s lap. She didn’t care…
“Emmett, honey,” she took his hand over the table. “Tell me what’s wrong?”
“I gave him an ultimatum yesterday before I left for the Humphrey wedding. I told him that he needed to make up his mind otherwise I would leave him. And … tonight when I came home, the wheelchair was in the garage and he was gone!”
“Didn’t he leave a note?” Michael asked.
“Sure Michael, he left me a note and told me exactly what’s going on, that’s why I’m so upset,” Emmett answered sarcastically.
I couldn’t help laughing. Finally some not so daily routine problems that reminded me about my own non-existent daily relationship.
“No he didn’t,” Emmett continued.
Michael frowned. Sarcasm doesn’t always work for him; sometimes it seems to really hurt him, like now. “I’m sorry for asking.”
“I forgive you,” was the answer that made me laugh again. Michael was still totally confused and still not very amused.
Debbie stroked Emmett’s hand. “Did you check his closet?”
He nodded. “His clothes are all still there. I tried to call him. I left him three messages, but nothing… he didn’t call me back.”
You have to know Emmett to know how unbelievable dramatic and shrill his voice can sound when he’s angry or upset. Or happy and excited. Or thoughtful and coddling.
“He’ll call,” Michael said and Ted immediately agreed with him.
“Maybe he just needed a time out. It’s hard for him, too. Maybe he just needed… well…”
“A meaningless fuck to get his mind straight?” I shrugged and got death-glares from Debbie, Michael, and Ted, and a kick under the table from Michael. I rolled my eyes. “Oh come on. He’s freaking out because you gave him an ultimatum. He left the fucking wheelchair and his clothes and just left. What are the options?”
“Thank you, Brian,” Emmett said and nodded. “You always have such a charming way to make someone feel better. But please, could you just shut up and remember how it feels to get dumped… I’m sure you do?”
Ouch! Normally I was able to take sarcasm; normally I knew how to answer. Emmett and I shared a very long look that said everything and nothing. I’ve learned to appreciate Emmett Honeycutt over the years. He was a very shrill and loud guy, but he wasn’t a bad guy. He was a good friend and sometimes it was even fun to hang out with him, but you never should underestimate him.
“He didn’t dump you, honey,” Debbie said. “He just needed a time out. He will be back and everything will be good again.”
Our look ended when Emmett turned to Debbie and gave her a thankful smile.
“Hey!” I warned Ted, when I felt his hand on my thigh.
He sighed. “I have to get my purse.”
“It’s not between my legs.”
Emmett's POV
I had a busy day, but I couldn’t really concentrate. I waited for my cell phone to ring, but it didn’t. I hated that feeling, but it was familiar. Years ago, Ted had done the same thing; he just disappeared, didn’t call, didn’t answer my calls, and in the end it turned out that he went to the White Party with the money Melanie and Lindsay had saved for Gus’ future. Sure, this wasn’t the same, but it was similar.
I decided to not go home after I was done with calling some clients and some arrangements. I had no intention of sitting there alone and waiting for something to happen. So I went to Woody’s, but obviously no one else had the same idea that night. I stayed there for two hours, alone.
Then I drove home and saw that the light was on. When I closed the door behind me I heard some music and noises from the kitchen. The table was covered with candles and there were flowers on it.
“Drew?”
The noises from the kitchen stopped and he came out to the living room, slowly, since he was still hobbling a little. He was fully dressed and he was also wearing an apron – my apron. He was shaved and his hair was nicely coiffed. He looked beautiful, which made it very hard to be angry at him.
“Hey,” he said softly.
But I was angry, and there was still the question where he had been last night. Brian’s words were still running in my head. “What is this all about?”
“I cooked some dinner from one of your recipes, but… after four hours in the oven I decided to throw it away.”
He had cooked me some dinner…
“I was busy,” I said.
“Yeah, I thought so.” He pointed to the flowers. “These are for you.”
“Fuck the flowers! Where have you been? And why didn’t you leave a note or answer any one of my many calls? Do you have any idea how worried I was?!”
He looked down and nodded. “I can imagine very well actually. I checked your wardrobe when I came back this morning. Thank god it’s still here.”
“Where have you been?” I asked him again. “With someone else?”
“What?” He frowned and shook his head. “No. I mean, yes. I was with my parents, but… no.”
“You were with your parents?!” I had to laugh. “That’s the last place where I would’ve looked out for you.”
“I needed to clear my head.”
I nodded. “And?”
“And then I went to the doctor and asked for some more rehab and then I drove to the supermarket and then I came back home and cooked and… waited.”
I still nodded. I had no idea what to feel. I was relieved and happy, he was here, and he obviously hadn’t been with someone else. He had cooked dinner for me, he had bought me beautiful flowers, and he was up on his feet - no wheelchair anymore. But on the other hand I was afraid to be happy and relieved. When I had been with Teddy and was sure that everything would be fine again, things got worse.
“What did the doctor say?” I asked him.
“Not much. It’s all healing well, I have to do the rehab, I have to be patient, and as soon as the therapist allows it I’m free to start doing sports again – slowly, of course.” He walked over to me and took my hand in his. “I’m sorry for these last few weeks. I haven’t figured out what to do next. I can’t imagine not playing football anymore and maybe I’ll be bitchy about this from time to time –I have no doubt.”
“I know.”
“And it’s good that you didn’t come home sooner because the roast was uneatable.”
I gave him a soft smile. “Yeah, well, chef was not what I had in mind for you when I was talking about your future.”
“Good,” He cleared his throat, “and we’re not allowed to fuck yet. The doctor said it could still cause pain for the hip and that we have to wait… a few… more… weeks. Which is also a proof that I didn’t cheat on you.”
I nodded. A few more weeks without sex… Oh lord, this sucked so much!
He put his hand on my cheek and I closed my eyes. “So, do you forgive me?”
I leaned my face against his hand and sighed. “I guess so.”
He pulled me closer and kissed me. I could taste the orange juice, no beer, no alcohol.
“I missed you,” I said.
“I know. I’m back.”
I was still scared, but just for a few hours I was willing to forget all my worries about the future. Maybe there was a way for us; we just had to figure it out.
Brian's POV
It was my 36th birthday. This time I got a breakfast-party at the diner. That was new and I admit it was a very original idea and it was a surprise. I was sure that something would happen, but it wasn’t the breakfast that I had expected.
As it turned out it had been Justin’s idea. He couldn’t be here for it this year, but he was totally euphoric in telling me when he called later that day and promised me to celebrate my birthday the upcoming weekend.
“What do you have in mind?” I asked him.
“Chocolate cake.”
He seemed to have developed an addiction for that chocolate cake from the hotel. I still wonder where he put all of that sugar and carbs. “Isn’t it my birthday? So what’s in there for me?”
“Oh you have no idea what I have in mind for that chocolate cake.”
I really didn’t…
On Friday morning I met Jennifer at the diner and I overheard her telling Debbie that there had been a burglary in New York. There was no reason for her to talk about that if it wouldn’t have been Justin they were talking about, right?
“He’s totally calm and so is Josh and he told me that I shouldn’t freak out that much. What’s with that… another generational problem?”
“No, that’s more a cool-boy-attitude,” Debbie said.
“Thank god no one was at home.”
“If someone would’ve been home those fucking idiots wouldn’t have broken in,” Debbie answered.
And that was it, all I heard about it. Jennifer left and just gave me one of her heartwarming smiles and Debbie somehow disappeared – which actually is impossible for that loud and colorful woman.
I went to New York that night, and Justin didn’t say anything about the break-in. He only told me that he got another show in Philadelphia next week at the same gallery as the last time. I wasn’t sure if maybe I had misunderstood Jennifer, so I didn’t say anything at first, but fuck, it was bothering me. He would’ve told me if something had happened, right?
His plans for the chocolate cake were… mh… well, not bad. He put the cream on my nipples and some over my belly and even some on my dick and… hell yeah, that chocolate cake was fucking hot. It was a very slow blowjob with a very intense prostate massage and fuck, that boy was so good in what he was does. I would love to say he got it all from me, but I think it’s simply in his nature. He’s a fucking genius. Normally I never watched him jerking himself off without doing anything to help, but this time… I did. I was so busy in concentrating on not shooting thirty seconds after he had started to take care of his own dick.
After we both came, he crawled up on my body and left soft kisses everywhere. He lay down on top of me, his lips on my ear. “Happy Birthday.”
I wondered if my daily-routine-couple-friends still had such fantastically mind-blowing orgasms with each other or if they were to busy thinking about the dishes and the trash.
Later that night, Justin had eaten the rest of the cake, watched cartoons, and we had smoked some good stuff, as always, when I finally asked him: “What about the burglary?”
He looked confused and then rolled his eyes. “Okay, who told you about it?”
So it was true. Fuck! “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It happened two weeks ago, I didn’t want to bother you. You would’ve been worried and…”
“Of course I would have been worried, what the fuck?!”
“Nothing happened, otherwise I would’ve told you”, he said. And other than Debbie, I didn’t think he was just playing it cool. He really was. “Honestly I have no idea why they broke in anyway. We’re not really living on the Upper East Side. They only took the TV, that’s it. The police said it might have been a junkie, since normally, our area isn’t the dangerous one, since there’s nothing to really steal.”
He laughed and shook his head before he continued: “Josh totally freaked out about the TV and I’m not sure if he was happy or disappointed that they didn’t steal his MP3-player or my laptop or the new cappuccino-machine his mother sent us. He’s such a freak.”
And that was when I realized the changes. Every phone call, every email, every talk we had never included any kind of tidbits about our daily routines anymore. All we talked about were the good things that had happened, but never about the not so good news.
I didn’t tell him about Drew’s accident or the big client I had lost or that I had met my with sister the other day – my daily routine.
And he didn’t tell me about anything that happened in New York, anything about Josh freaking out or possible problems with his job – his daily routine.
“So, summer’s coming up, do you have any plans?” he asked me.
I shook my head, still caught up in my thoughts.
“Do you want to invite Gus again? Last year was cool. I’m sure I could get four free weeks again and we could do a pool party or something.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to see them, all of them. I barely know what’s going on in Pittsburgh anymore.”
I nodded. He’d realized it too, the changes.
“Sure, I’ll talk to Linds,” I said.
“Good.” He crawled onto me and kissed my shoulder and my neck and my face. “Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
I looked at him for a few seconds, and then I shook my head. “No, everything’s fine.”
TBC
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on 2011-08-03 08:52 pm (UTC)B/J miss their daily routine... how will they deal with that , I wonder? ;)
thank you so much for sharing
huge hugs
V.
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on 2011-08-04 05:52 am (UTC)Always the first, I do love that :)
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on 2011-08-03 09:04 pm (UTC)Dee Dee
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on 2011-08-04 05:54 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-03 09:26 pm (UTC)its totally he distance!
ugh,they should just freakin live together!
but,i guess ill wait for your continuation~
as always, lovely update bb~!
^__^
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on 2011-08-04 05:54 am (UTC)It's just wrong to keep them apart, isn't it?
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on 2011-08-03 09:31 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-04 05:54 am (UTC)Everything will be good again :)
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on 2011-08-03 10:13 pm (UTC)Probably it was harsh from Em to give Drew this ultimatum but it needed Em-balls to do that. Very good how Em and Drew turned around here!
This chap made me a bit sad BJwise. I believe Brian is still despising any domestic all day routine in some ways but some of them he loves. Not washing the dishes but washing Justin, for instance. The realization hit him but even when it might be hard for him to really recognize what have changed - he is Brian and maybe he comes to a further conclusion now, probably in the way that he doesn't want the long distance part of his relationship with Justin anymore...? I liked how you pointed out Brian's progress here while watching the couples in couple-town compared with his own very special bond and Life with Justin. Curious, if there will be any changes coming ....
Hugs, Pet
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on 2011-08-04 05:55 am (UTC)But I know, LJ sucked last week. I posted the last chapter and the next morning... LJ was practically dead! *sigh*
I prefer it this way :)
Thanks for reading and for your comment *hugs*
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on 2011-08-03 10:22 pm (UTC)love this line: “You were with your parents?!” I had to laugh. “That’s the last place where I would’ve looked for you.”
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on 2011-08-04 05:56 am (UTC)Next chapter is on it's way.
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on 2011-08-04 01:02 am (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-04 05:56 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and leaving a comment :)
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on 2011-08-04 03:05 am (UTC)Susan
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on 2011-08-04 05:59 am (UTC)But we'll see.
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on 2011-08-04 06:00 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and for your comment :)
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on 2011-08-04 09:51 am (UTC)Why they go on saying that's everything is fine when it's not?
I get it the "don't want you to worry" thing, but a couple is not only a couple for the good things, it's also for the bad or the sad... In this way it seems that they are always on holiday or something like that...
Let's see how they will handle this... ;)
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on 2011-08-04 10:54 am (UTC)That is very well said :)
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on 2011-08-04 02:54 pm (UTC)It's strange, but also great to see that the first one who saw it, was Brian.
Brian who grew up so much during all those years.
Brian that finds himself missing the talks...
Grrr.. fuck the distance =(
So glad to see that the situation between Drew and Emmet is better right now.
Can't wait for more. Well done sweetie ♥
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on 2011-08-04 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-04 09:09 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2011-08-05 05:48 am (UTC)Thanks for reading and for your comment :)
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on 2011-08-04 10:16 pm (UTC)It's so real problem, I like the way you make us it so easy.
But, at the end a "no, everythin'g's fine" and all keeps hide, again, why they just can't say what they are thinking??
Kisses
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on 2011-08-05 05:49 am (UTC)*kisses*
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on 2011-08-07 04:14 pm (UTC)Hugs you, Rena
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on 2011-08-07 06:06 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for your lovely feedback!
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on 2011-08-08 01:59 am (UTC)Wonderful update Steff,,now you have me freaking out!!
You just take it all for granted,,your every day lives,,but they are not sharing there's & it makes me sad.
Onto part 5,,yay for catching up,,love ya Jx
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on 2011-08-08 08:21 am (UTC)O dear... *hugs you*
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on 2011-08-08 08:26 am (UTC)Why can't they just be happy.
Love is so difficult for them, yet no one in this world loves each other more than them.
I'll have the smelling salts ready,,just try not to kill us all,,hugs jx
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on 2011-08-08 09:00 am (UTC)At least I try.
Happy is nice - but boring.
And B/J are a lot, but never boring ;)