Choice
It had been twenty minutes since Brian let his Sunshine walk out the door, and -if the little twat was smart- out of his life for good. The reality of everything hadn't sunk in yet. Brian knew, sooner or later, things would finally hit him and he would break. But he'd pull himself back together, even if all the cracks would remain, covered over by Armani and arrogance.
There was a part of the man that wondered if he hadn't truly lost everything the night Babylon was bombed, and this had just been some fantasy he was spinning in his own head to hide from the facts. Only, if it was his imagination, Justin would still be here. The fucking pretentious art fairy would never have shown up and started the chain of events that led to his lover, his former fiancé for chrissake, calling off the wedding and leaving him behind.
His pitiful musings were interrupted by loud banging on the loft door, and Brian forced himself to his feet and across the room to slide open the entrance.
And he found himself staring down into the hostile eyes of none other than one Justin Taylor.
When Brian opened his mouth, (whether to ask if the blond had forgotten something, or to make a smart remark, he'd never know) Justin stormed past him, dropping one bag, while the other went flying across the room in an irate throw.
"Sunshine, what are you-"
"Fuck this!" the younger man growled.
"Justin?" Brian had not the faintest clue what was going on, or why the other man seemed so pissed.
"You know what drives me up the goddamn fucking wall, Brian?" Justin demanded, beginning to pace, each turn and step aggressive, every move bringing him closer towards his goal: Brian. "How I have this choice that I keep making. And every time I make it, it's the same fucking answer. But there's always someone there to tell me it's the wrong one. To push me to choose something else.
"Well, I'm done, okay? I'm fucking done with this shit!"
"Sunshine, what the fuck are you talking about?"
With a spin, Justin was right in the brunet's face. "You, you asshole! You are always my fucking choice!" he yelled, panting and out of breath from his furious rant. "And this time, this fucking time, I'm not letting my mother, or Michael, or Lindsey, or fucking you change my mind. Fuck them, and fuck you, and will you fucking fuck me already?"
The older man couldn't seem to do anything beyond standing there, continuing to stare, until the point of Justin's speech finally reached him. "Y-you're staying?" he asked, voice uncomfortably apprehensive, waiting for this to be some terrible joke, or a dream that was going to dissolve as soon as he blinked.
Then the blond snarled, before lunging across the space to devour Brian's mouth.
Several hours, and a very thorough reacquainting with one another's bodies, later Brian rested his chin on Justin's chest and watched his lover. For once, the brunet wasn't remotely trying to hide the tender expression he could feel on his face. "So I guess that's a yes, then."
And his Sunshine grinned.
end.