A/N: This was me working out a weird mood. I hope it's not too strange.
Words echo in an empty loft. In the darkness.
Brian's Voice
You dangled your vision of love, and your heart, in front of me cruelly. The moment I reached for you, you retreated. You bailed. Abandoned me. Hope, dreams, trust, and love are, as I suspected, as I repeatedly declared, bullshit. Why did you make me want to believe?
Justin's Voice
You preyed on me. With that first ravenous stare, you held me, marked me. Startled but mesmerized, afraid yet eager, I followed, kept following. Even when I tried to stand still or retreat, I was always on my way back. To you.
Brian's Voice
You're a wiggler. Your wiggling always made me laugh. Until its absence made me ache. The silliest thing. How can that be the world?
Justin's Voice
Our relationship, like an underexposed photograph, was dark, but beautiful. I couldn't quite make you out, observing/perceiving rigid lines, sharp edges, and blurry shapes, while tenors, timbres, tones, hues, shades, and tints were lost to me, obscured.
Brian's Voice
While rocking my son, you cooed. But not like the others. Yours was a susurrus, a soft murmur, the sound of wind in the trees. Its power, inconceivable. I was laid low by a whisper.
Justin's Voice
Biking once meant so little to me, but now signifies manhood, your ego (surprisingly fragile), my pride, your courage, our sweaty sex. My disappointment at being left out.
Brian's Voice
A beacon. You inspired. Brightened. Sunshine. Wisps of silky blond hair. Shining crystal blue eyes. Innocence. A beautiful act of violence. Beautiful violence. Beautiful, you tempered, softened, tamed me.
Silence.
Light floods the loft. Both Brian and Justin blink a few times as their eyes adjust.
Justin observes Brian for a long moment, but then asks hesitantly, "Too weird?"
Brian laughs. "I can't believe Emmy Lou actually had a halfway decent idea."
Justin approaches Brian slowly. "Yeah?"
Brian pulls Justin into his arms, nuzzles Justin's neck, and whispers, "The perfect pre-wedding exercise."
Justin smiles his patented million-watt smile and asks tentatively, "How so?"
Long pause.
"Remembering the times we were out of synch or apart and imagining that you were gone for good … reminds me why and how I fell in love with you. Truly, madly, deeply in love with you (soft chuckle). Reminds me that I need you like I need air to breathe."
"Oh Brian…"
Lips crashing, devouring. Tongues plundering, exploring. Soft moans. Bodies pressed together so tightly, they appear to be one.
They are one.
The End
