JUSTIN'S POV OF 301
I knock on the door, waiting for Brian to open it, to tell me to fuck off. After seeing me leave last night with Ethan, I wouldn't blame him.
After a moment, I use my key. I'd decided not to use it at first, 'cause as of today, this loft is no longer my home, and Brian is no longer my lover.
I walk in nervously, not knowing what to expect. I call out Brian's name a few times. There's no response, so I head to the couch, and grab my clothes, putting them in the duffel bag.
Relief sets in that Brian is not here. It's easier for me to move out without him here. I don't know what would have happened if he'd been here. Brian would either have yelled at me, mocked me for leaving him for Ethan, or just ignored me.
All of a sudden I hear laughing and moaning. For a second, I think I was wrong, that Brian is here with a trick, and that I really came at the wrong time.
I turn around and so don't expect what I see. It's an image of Brian and me naked on his Barcelona chair, and I'm feeding him ice cream. A drop of it falls off the spoon and lands on his chest. Brian gasps at the sudden coldness. I hand him the spoon and kiss him on the lips, then down to the spot where the ice cream dripped, and lick it off him, causing him to moan. Brian moans louder as my mouth goes down to his cock. With one hand he finishes the ice cream on the spoon, his other hand runs up my body.
I leave the image and head to the bedroom. I get my clothes from the dresser drawer, and from the closet. I hear water running in the shower. I think Brian is here, probably getting ready for work, that is why he didn't hear me earlier.
I go into the bathroom to tell him I'm here. But I see another image.Brian and I are showering and fooling
around. I grab my stuff out of the bathroom and rush out.
Why is this happening to me? I chose Ethan. I am with Ethan now. Not Brian.
I need to get out of this loft.
I hastily go to the desk and grab my art supplies. As I'm getting everything together, my mind decides to play one more image for me. I turn to the bed, Brian and I are naked and he is fucking me.
I look at the image on the bed for a few seconds, and then head out of the loft as fast as I can, slamming the door to the memories of Brian and me.
