biPrologue/b/i
Brian poured himself a second shot of Beam, drank it quickly and then grabbed the bottle, taking it to the living room. Sitting on the couch, he reviewed the last few hours and wondered for at least the twentieth time how he had allowed Justin to push his buttons. He was supposed to be the one in charge, the person who never let anyone under his skin, yet the blond had succeeded in doing just that, in getting in his space, his life and making him care and be vulnerable. Damn. Life wasn't supposed to be this complicated. iWhere did his mantra go? "I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest, it's efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit. Love is something that straight people tell themselves they're in so they can get laid. And then they end up hurting each other because it was all based on lies to begin with." When did I start to care what Justin felt? The little shit has gone back to New York. Shit! This isn't over. We aren't over./i
He picked up his phone, dialing the familiar number. "Mel, I need you to come over."
"Asshole. It's 10:00 at night."
"I need your services," he demanded, rubbing the space between his eyes, trying to still the headache that was threatening to make his night even more miserable then it already was.
"You can make an appointment just like anyone else."
"This is a fucking emergency."
"Is someone dying?" she asked, aggravated, knowing how everything was an emergency with Brian.
"No one is dying, but it… Shit! Will you just fucking come over?"
"I'll be there in 30 minutes and this better be good, Kinney."
Brian took another swig of the Beam and then returned it to the liquor cart, knowing that being drunk when Melanie arrived would not bode well for his request. Sniffing himself, he decided to take a shower while he waited for her to show up. Reeking like cigarettes and sex would not bode well either.
Turning on the water, he adjusted it to the warm temperature he enjoyed. Justin liked it hot and was always slightly pink when he got out of the shower. It made him even more appealing, the pink flush to his skin in slight incongruity to its alabaster color. Brian felt himself get hard thinking of Justin, his partner and whatever the fuck the blond was to him. iShit! Why is this all so fucking complicated? Justin should be worrying about his art, making the rounds in New York and meeting fabulous people, not harping on me like some little wife. Damn him and his stupid heterosexual visions of marriage."/i Brian finished his shower, not bothering to jerk off like he would normally do, too angry at Justin and the current situation to enjoy a quick release. iMaybe I'll go to Babylon after Mel leaves./i
Mel showed up and he let her into the loft.
"Make it fast, asshole. I have an early morning in court and I need to get some sleep." She laid her briefcase on the island as she sat on one of the bar stools.
"Did you file the Power of Attorney and Medical Proxy I had you write before Justin left for New York?"
"Of course. They are in your personal files at my office."
"Is there an alternate for either of those? Did I list anyone else in the papers?"
"No, but usually you don't. Do you need to list an alternate? What the fuck is going on, Kinney?"
"None of your fucking business!" he replied tersely, his headache starting to come back in full force.
"Listen, jerk. If I'm going to be your lawyer and hold these fucking papers, I need to know what is going on in that scheming head of yours so I can advise you properly. Now why don't you fucking tell me what the hell is going on. I would like to leave at a decent hour."
Brian went to the refrigerator grabbed a water and motioned to Melanie to see if she wanted one. Shaking her head in denial, he opened his water and took a deep drink of it.
"I made Justin my Power of Attorney and Medical Proxy when we were going to get married. It made sense and he agreed. Some things have come up and I just need to be sure that he still is on the papers."
"Brian," Mel asked softly, recognizing that this was a very serious matter and needing to know the entire situation. "Is… Has…"
"Shit! Fuck no! Look, I just needed to make sure he still has the legal powers in case he needs to act on them."
"Yes. Now is that all you need? I could have answered that on the phone. I'm leaving." She picked up her briefcase and walked toward the door.
"Good," Brian answered her and watched as she left.
Justin left the airport and grabbed a bus to take him to his apartment. He was glad that it was late, almost 1:00 am and his roommate Sean would most likely be asleep. He didn't think he would be able to talk about the disastrous weekend. He'd gone up to see Brian for the holiday weekend. Fourth of July was always one of his favorites; no real family obligations and no one spending hours cooking turkey, dressing and pies. Although any holiday food was always good, especially since he couldn't afford to eat a lot of really nice meals on his budget. Still, he had plans for the weekend and they included lots of fucking, sucking, rimming, and of course spending time with Brian, just hanging out. Instead, they had one of their biggest fights ever. Unlocking the door to his apartment, he didn't turn the light on, trying to be as quiet as possible, but Sean was waiting for him on the couch.
"Hey. You're home kind of late. Everything okay? I listened to your voice mail; sorry about not picking up but I was kind of busy."
Justin put down his bag, walked to the fridge and grabbed a beer, and then returned to sit on the couch.
"Fuck. My life is so fucked!"
"What's up? Want to talk about it?"
"I confronted him like we talked about, and he threw me out. I mean, I figured he'd be mad but… to throw me out…. I didn't expect that."
"That's harsh. What are you going to do?"
"I don't know, but I'm not giving up. I mean, I've been with Brian for over six years. "
"It's late. Why don't you sleep on it and think about it in the morning?"
Justin finished his beer and closed his eyes, thinking back to the beginning. iWhere did it all start to do so horribly wrong?/i
TBC