For this story, please note that I don't own these characters. Also, for the entire story, be aware that there will be many instances of boy-on-boy love, so do not read this if you are offended by. Thank you and Enjoy!
Sacrifices and Love
Prologue
The road was slicked with slush from the recent snowfall, as Brian drove his 1975 Camaro down Liberty Avenue; thinking about Justin and remembering the night of the bombing. He remembered how his Sunshine had smiled as he told him he loved him, a smile full of surprise and apprehension, his face covered in a mixture of soot and sweat; his golden locks sticking to his forehead, his blue eyes gazing up into his face.
As he drove, he passed the ruins of the former escape of all gay men, a heaven in a hell, a refuge from the heterosexual world outside. That all changed though after the bombing, the harsh and unaccepting world of heterosexual bigotry had destroyed almost all of his world; nearly killing his best friend, scaring him, making him worry about his true love, and losing his baby, his home away from home. It was a year after exactly, and the same time last year; four p.m., that he had been preparing for the huge party.
He exited Pittsburg, heading for the Britin Mansion he had bought for his prince and him, to live in and grow old together; but that dream had changed. Justin had gone to New York, choosing to go to press his blossoming art career into another plane, to make it become worth thousands upon thousands of dollars per painting at a gallery. Brian had visited Justin already; several times to be exact; he was just now coming home from seeing him.
He stepped out his car, taking his keys out of the ignition and stepping onto the cold snow covered driveway. Justin had been in New York now for a whole year, still working on his career, though Brian didn't know when or even if he would or could ever come back. He slowly meandered up the grand staircase, heading for the massive master bedroom, an almost exact replica to his loft, with a huge step-in shower, and a queen sized bed surrounded by frosted walls of glass only open at the corners.
He went into the bathroom, walking while stripping into his shower, dropping blue jeans and shirt along the way. He opened the door and stepped in. When he first glanced he had thought that he was alone, but to his surprise he wasn't. He looked at the beautiful young man sitting before him, golden hair now barely brushing his long gold eyelashes; his eyes a piercing blue, with a warmth of one young and still full of some innocence. Justin had decided to come down for a change, he thought, thinking on how the gas price had just skyrocketed to an ungodly amount.
"Hey," his prince stated, for it was not a question nor a hello but a statement. "I know you may be wondering what I am doing here." Brian was looking at him with disbelief as he spoke, his brown eyes strangely mixed with awe and comfort. "I ... err … decided that I couldn't stay there; New York, any longer, and …err … I decided to finish and sell early."
"Is … that possible?" Brian queried, not out of concern or wonder, but out of disbelief that Justin hadn't told him of his new plan.
"I talked to the Gallery Owner and she said that if I really wanted to I could, though she kept trying to make me stay over and over, and I would just say I had to go or else I would lose myself and my way. So I did; that's why I usually had to get to sleep quite fast after we spent time together, my whole schedule was completely full, and I needed to get more pieces done." As he spoke, he rose, exposing his pale naked body, and he raised his right hand, revealing an envelope full of checks from the looks of it.