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Finally, the day came when Justin would come home. It was two days before Brian’s birthday and a little week before the anniversary of the prom.
Jennifer had insisted on picking him up at the airport, and he had only agreed if she promised to take him straight to the loft. His plane landed at 8 AM, and he wanted to acclimate before Brian came home from work.
Brian had taken the day off. That little fact wasn’t something he had told anybody, but he wanted some time alone with Justin. Good or bad news, he wanted time to digest it before facing anybody. He would have put good money on it being bad news, and he wasn’t looking forward to it. He hadn’t even told anybody when Justin would come home, and he knew that Justin hadn’t either, since they all asked him every single day.
Brian was not sure whether or not Justin was still his, not that he had ever acknowledged that he ever was before. The only thing he knew for a fact was that he had missed the kid more than he was ever going to admit, even to himself.
Brian was pacing his loft, and even as he chastised himself for it, told himself that he was behaving like a lesbian, he couldn’t seem to stop.
When he heard the elevator, he almost ran to the door, but managed to stop himself before he lost all sense of queer decorum. He waited for a knock on the door that never came; instead, he heard a key in the lock, and then, the door rattled open.
He stood frozen to the spot at the sight before him. It was Justin, Brian would recognize those eyes anywhere, but those might also be the only things that still resembled the young man that had gone to LA four months ago. Then, Justin smiled and Brian amended that thought because the smile was still the same, too. Actually, it was more reminiscent of the person he had been before the bashing. Brian couldn’t remember seeing him smile like that after he came out of the hospital.
Before Brian had a chance to react to any of it, Justin had closed the door, dropped his bag, and run into his arms. He only just had time to catch him, and then, they were kissing. When they had to break apart in order to breathe, they held each other tight and both breathed a sigh of relief.
Justin was so fucking relieved; he hadn’t been sure what his reception would be like, but never in a million years had he imagined that Brian would be at home, looking like he had been pacing the floor.
He did see the shock on Brian’s face, but they could deal with that later; right now, he just wanted Brian.
They tore each other’s clothes off, sucking, licking, and nibbling on any piece of exposed skin they could reach, desperate to taste each other again. The bed seemed too far away, so they collapsed on the couch once they were both naked. Brian quickly found a condom and some lube. He put the condom on and smeared it with lube. He didn’t bother preparing Justin, just wanting to drive home as soon as possible. He regretted that decision when Justin cried out in pain. He was a lot tighter than Brian had thought he would be.
“It’s been a while.”
Justin blushed and looked a little embarrassed. The implication of what Justin had said hit Brian like a ton of bricks. It could only mean that Justin hadn’t bottomed since he left Pittsburgh some four months ago. He hurried to pull out again, even if he were only in about half an inch. He put some lube on his fingers and carefully prepared Justin before pushing in again inch by inch.
When he was fully imbedded, he stopped moving to give Justin time to adjust. Justin was breathing heavily and his cock was only half-hard, but after a while, he pushed up against Brian, who slowly pulled out a little, angled his hips slightly differently, and then pushed in again equally slowly. Justin moaned and his cock hardened when Brian hit his prostate dead on.
When Brian found out he had the right angle, he moved in and out at a steady pace. Both of them moaned and Brian leaned down to capture Justin’s lips in a messy kiss. Soon, Brian couldn’t keep the pace steady anymore and his movements became erratic. He wrapped one of his hands around Justin’s cock and pumped in rhythm with his hips. They came at almost the same time, moaning each other’s name.
Brian collapsed on top of Justin, and they were both breathing heavily.
“Damn, Sunshine, that was hot.”
“Yeah, it was.”
Brian rolled off and stripped off the condom. He took some Kleenex from the coffee table and cleaned them up a little. He lay down on top of Justin and smoothed his hair away from his face. Justin smiled at him, looking thoroughly sated.
“God, I missed this; missed you.”
The only answer Brian gave to that was kissing him on the lips before getting up and pulling Justin with him to bed.