Midnight Whispers
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Having separated for what seemed to be the final time, Brian and Justin are trying to move on with their lives and finding tit not such an easy thing to accomplish. And then the unthinkable happens. Justin is injured in the bomb blast at Babylon. Brian has to once again face the fact that the blonde’s life is hanging in the balance and all that comes after. Currently Being Edited

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Midnight Whispers
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“Sunshine, rise and shine,” were the first whispered words that Justin heard in his ear as he slowly drifted towards consciousness the next morning.

His response was a grunt and to bury deeper under the warm, comfortable covers. Unfortunately, this didn’t deter Brian in the slightest. He’d shared the same bed with Justin numerous times and knew that the blonde was not a morning person at eh best of times. Nibbling briefly at the blonde’s ear, he continued to coax Justin towards the land of the living.

“Justin... Justin you have to get your ass out of bed. We need to get moving.”

“Moving where?” came the mumble from beneath the pile of bed covers.

“You’re going to have to get up and see for yourself.”

“Don’t wanna,” came from the lump in the bed.

“Oh, it’s just that yesterday you were practically bouncing off the walls to find out what was going on, but I suppose if you really don’t want to know you can always go back to sleep,” Brian commented with a smirk.

This was met with Justin shoving the covers off to look up at the brunette.

“Seriously? You’re going to tell me what’s going on?”

“No.” Justin’s face fell. Brian continued speaking, “You have to come with me and see for yourself.”

“Where are we going?”

“Not telling you, Sunshine. You have to wait and see.”

Justin pouted. Brian simply ran a hand through Justin’s hair before rising and walking away in the general direction of the kitchen. Making his mind up, the blonde got out of bed made a detour to the bathroom and then followed his partner.

“Since you won’t tell me what’s going on, at least tell me what I should wear?”

Brian looked up from his coffee and answered, “Something comfortable and travel-worthy.”

Now Justin was even more confused but nodded his head and went to dress. It took him a while to get into his clothes due to his injuries pulling but he was determined to dress himself.

Once he was dressed, the blonde returned to the kitchen to grab himself something to eat.

Half an hour later found Brian packing a bag with their toiletries into the car. Justin went from confused to shocked when he noticed suitcases already packed in the car. Brian noticed the blonde’s reaction, but all he did was smile; which was becoming annoying; and pulled open the door for his blonde. Justin sighed and climbed into the car.

They were on the road for about an hour when Justin asked Brain something that was bothering him.

“Brian, why didn’t we fly to wherever it is that we’re going? It would have been a lot faster.”

“The Doctor said that while your lungs are okay for you to travel on an airplane, he didn’t advise being cooped up with a number of people in a metal tin all breathing and coughing the same air. He would have preferred that you wait at least six weeks to fly so we’re driving.”

“Driving to where?” Justin attempted to ask innocently but failed miserably.

The brunette glanced at him, “Nice try.”

Half an hour later, the pair stopped at a gas station and adjoining diner.

Justin smiled at his partner. Brian just laughed quietly. The blonde seemed to have a bottomless pit when it came to his stomach.

They ordered lunch and made a trip to the bathroom, where Justin grabbed Brian and dragged him into a stall at the end.

The blonde leaned against the door, locking it with the hand that was behind his back, all the while smirking at Brian. Said person returned the smirk with a wicked smile full of sex and mischief.

Neither knew who moved first but in a second they were in each other’s arms. Brian’s one hand was holding the back of Justin’s head while he ran his tongue along the younger man’s lips begging entry which was granted a split second later. While his tongue was mapping out the other man’s mouth, his other hand had slipped around his waist and was now squeezing Justin’s ass.

Needing more skin, the brunette, slipped his hand beneath his partner’s pants to find the soft skin beneath, causing Justin to let out a moan and clutch at Brian’s back and ass tighter where his hands were fondling.

The pair were becoming desperate. Neither had had sex in over two weeks.

Surprisingly, it was Brian that pulled away. “We have to slow down, Sunshine. You’re still healing.”

“I’m fine, Brian.”

“Justin, when we get there, if you’re still fine, we can fuck all day but not here. We have to be careful and we still have a long drive ahead of us. You don’t need to be uncomfortable for that.”

Justin stared at Brian while the mantra of Brian Kinney gives a shit! Danced around in his head. Brian was determined to look after him and he knew no amount of arguing would get him anywhere.

Taking a deep breath, he answered, “Ok”

He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on the brunette’s slightly swollen lips. Justin unlocked the stall, walked out and then turned to Brian, “Come on, our food will be getting cold.”

Justin managed to finish his burger and chips despite his appetite having not been at its best. Brian had his cup of coffee and a muffin.

After their meal, the pair headed to the car and set out on the road once more. They chatted about anything and everything. Catching up on what had been going on in each other’s lives recently in the weeks that Justin hadn’t been living in the loft. They made plans to take Gus to a local fair in a month’s time, discussed some of Brian’s new clients and campaign strategies.

Neither of them could stop the smiles that were on their faces. They were together and were finally in a real relationship. It was all that they could have asked for.

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