Author: Tina
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Pairing: Brian and Justin
Rating: R
Category: AU, Drama
Summary: Someone pays Justin a visit.
Warnings: None
Spoilers: Seasons 1-3
Disclaimer: If this were a utopian world they could belong to all of us, but it’s not, so they don’t. Sadly, they belong to Cowlip.
Feedback: Yes, please. Send it to Weird4182@yahoo.com
Author's Notes: Post Season 3. Brian & Justin were never caught doing the anti-Stockwell campaign. Brian’s still partner at Vanguard, as well as financially sound, & Justin’s still at PIFA, as a junior.
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Brian smirked to himself as he walked down the hallway. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this for the little twat’. Justin had called him earlier to cancel their dinner plans so he could finish a project for school, so Brian in trying to be a better boyfriend, decided to bring dinner to Justin. Even though it was just take out, Brian knew Justin would appreciate the gesture. Thoughts of Justin’s smile made Brian feel warm inside.
He approached Justin’s studio quietly. He didn’t intend to eavesdrop, but he could clearly hear Justin talking loudly. Since only Justin’s voice could be heard, Brian figured Justin was talking on his cell.
“Holy shit! Are you serious?” Came the blonde’s enthusiastic shriek. “I can’t believe…Oh my G-d…You are serious aren’t you?”
Brian was about to knock when he heard Justin speak again. This time the tenderness that suddenly filled his voice, filled Brian with dread.
“I’ve missed you so much, you can’t even imagine. I know you’ve missed me to, but still. It’s like a part has been missing from me since you’ve been gone.”
Brian’s fists began to clench. ‘Who the fuck is he talking to? What the hell is going on?’ Getting angrier by the second, his thoughts continued. ‘I thought things were going fine! I’ve been doing the coupley shit that he thrives on, even though he doesn’t expect it. I haven’t even tricked whenever we go out together. What is this, another fucking fiddler?!’
“I can’t wait to see you. I should probably go so I can clean up and go home.” Brian could hear the rattling of Justin putting his supplies away. “I need to clean my brushes. Yes, the new ones you sent me, which I adore by the way. OK, I have to go. Alright.”
Relieved that the conversation seemed to be ending, Brian tried to compose himself, so he can keep his cool while he interrogates his twink. But his good intentions fly out the window at Justin’s next words.
“I love you too, Alex, very much. Please hurry, I hate having to keep you a secret.”
The studio went silent as Brian stood outside and tried to absorb what he heard. Suddenly the studio door opened and a startled Justin stared at Brian.
“Brian, what are you doing here?” Brian just glared at him silently. Seeing the crumpled bag in Brian’s fist, Justin asked hopefully, “What’s in the bag? Is it dinner? I’m starving, I haven’t eaten since breakfast.”
Finally Brian spoke, “What were you too busy fucking around to eat?”
Justin took a step back at the rage in Brian’s voice. “No, I’ve been trying to finish my midterm project.” He said while gesturing to the painting behind him. “What are you…”
“Don’t even pull this bullshit with me, Sunshine.” Brian replied snidely, storming into the studio. “I should have known better than to fucking trust you. Once a liar and a cheater, always a fucking liar and a cheater.”
“Brian!” Justin had to shout to get his attention over his anger. “What the fuck are you talking about! Who have I supposedly cheated on you with? When have I supposedly cheated on you? Between midterms, working, and fucking you! I barely have time to sleep!”
“Poor little Sunshine.” Brian mocked, stalking towards him “Too busy, huh? Yet not too busy to fucking fall for another dickless fag’s meaningless words. The name Alex ring any fucking bells?” The last part was all but shouted in Justin’s face.
“Alex? You think I’m fucking Alex?” Something in Justin snapped. “You fucking hypocrite! You call me a cheater, when in fact any time you trick it’s cheating on me, whether I understand and accept it or not! How dare you listen to my fucking phone call and then come in hear accusing me of this shit, of which you know nothing about. If you want to know something fucking ask me like a human being instead of an asshole! I always defend you, but maybe everyone’s right and you are a fucking selfish, narcissistic, hypocritical bastard!”
Brian looked Justin square in the eye “Better than being a lying, cheating, gullible slut.”
Justin flinched as if Brian had slapped him. Very quietly, yet threateningly he demanded, “Get. Out.” Brian just stood there with one eyebrow raised. “Get. Out. Or I’ll call security and have you thrown out.”
Shooting one last glare in Justin’s direction, Brian stormed out of his studio, slamming the door behind him. Justin slumped to the floor, his knees suddenly weak, tears streaming down his face. He tried to move but he couldn’t. Sobs silently wracked his body as he tried to understand what just took place.
End Chapter 1