Justin had barely woken up with Brian had planted feather light kisses along his jaw, just enough to get the blond's attention and whisper in his ear to stay in bed, that Brian was just going to run down to the corner bakery for their breakfast. Justin had smiled and mumbled something Brian didn't catch before the blond nestled into the middle of the bed, tucking his head into Brian's pillow.
Five minutes later the bed had gotten cold without the brunet and Justin had found himself laying on his back and staring at the ceiling, wide awake. He had to pee but he still didn't want to move, though finally he did when he couldn't hold it anymore. With a groan he rolled to his side, moving to the side of the bed and standing up, running his hand over the bump of his stomach as he padded his way into the bathroom. He peed, washing his hands and face, and was just drying his face when he heard the loft door.
With a smile he exited the bathroom and headed for the living room. "Brian, I hope you got me a bear claw..." He looked up to find not Brian, but Michael standing in the middle of the loft and he was so happy he slept with sleeper pants on. "Oh."
"Who the fuck are you?" Michel hissed, taking a step closer to the blond. "Where's Brian?"
Justin headed for the kitchen to get himself something to drink. "He went to get breakfast for us." He grabbed a water from the fridge and turned back to the short dark haired man. "So you're Michael."
"How do you know that?"
"I'm Justin."
"Brian doesn't like when tricks overstay their welcome." Michael took another step towards him. "You should just leave now and save yourself the hassle of being thrown out when he comes back."
Justin arched a brow. "Why would he leave me here alone if I was a trick?" He took a swallow of water. "Besides, I just said he went to get us breakfast. As in him and I." Justin stepped around the island counter and bent down to pick up the sheet they had left on the floor the night before.
"You're the one he had here yesterday when I stopped by."
Justin hummed as he took the sheet back into the bedroom and into the bathroom where he dropped it into the hamper before returning back to the bedroom to strip the bed. Michael had followed him, stopping at the top of the stairs into the bedroom.
"What are you doing?"
Justin didn't even look at the older man. "What does it look like I'm doing? I'm changing the sheets." He rolled his eyes as he headed back into the bathroom with the sheets from the bed and returned with fresh ones. "Is there something you needed from Brian or are you here this early to check on the place again?"
Michael crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm Brian's best friend. I'm just trying to look out for him. Who are you to go into Brian's fridge and take something or even act like you live here?"
Justin quickly finished and left the bedroom, again Michael following him. "Because I do as of yesterday? I'm Brian's boyfriend."
Michael scoffed. "Brian doesn't do boyfriends. He does tricks. He doesn't do anyone more then once."
"Well he does me." Justin shrugged as he turned back towards Michael, standing closer as Michael had stepped forwards again. "We've been seeing each other for the last year now."
"You're lying."
"Just ask Brian when he gets back."
"Who are you?"
"I've already told you. I'm Justin. Brian's boyfriend. I just moved from New York to live with him."
"Now I know you're really lying. Brian only goes to New York for work."
Justin laughed. "Every other weekend? Nobody is that much of a work-a-holic."
"Seriously, just tell me who the fuck you are. Are you stalking Brian?"
Justin shook his head and went to take a step around the other man when Michael grabbed his arm to stop him, shoving him back. Justin had been caught off guard and stumbled backwards, finding himself suddenly hitting his back against the island counter and falling to the floor, knocking over one of the stools in the process. He growled in pain as the leg of the stool cut across his side.
"Michael what the fuck!" Brian had entered just in time to watch Justin stumble backwards and fall. He placed the box of pastries on the counter and quickly rounded it to kneel in front of the blond. "Justin, are you okay?"
Justin nodded but his eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply through his nose. Brian ran his hands over his head, running them down his body as he checked for injuries; shocked when his left hand can up with blood and he quickly turned the blond to get a better look at his side.
"Shit Sunshine, you're bleeding." Brian stood and grabbed the dish towel that he had tossed onto the counter earlier, kneeling back down and pressing it into Justin's side to help stop the bleeding. Justin hissed in pain as he leaned his forehead against Brian's shoulder. "Sorry. I know it hurts. We gotta get you to the hospital and get you checked over. It doesn't look bad enough to need stitches at least."
Justin nodded. "Yeah. Okay."
"Brian...?"
"Not now Michael." Brian didn't even turn to look at his friend as he help Justin to his feet. "I'm going to get you a shirt and then we'll go." He turned, still ignoring Michael, and headed for the bedroom.
"Not anything white!" Justin yelled after him. "We'll never get the blood out!"
"I'm sorry."
Justin finally looked at the other man that had caused his pain and instantly knew the man wasn't fully sincere with his apology. "Yeah."
Brian returned and quickly helped Justin into a shirt, making sure to keep the dish towel over the wound as they headed out of the loft. Michael silently followed, locking and setting the alarm for Brian. When he turned to join them in the elevator, Brian already had the gate down and hit the button for the ground floor. Michael headed down the stairs, reaching them just as Brian and Justin were getting into Brian's jeep.
"Brian."
Brian shook his head and finally looked at his friend. "What the hell were you thinking?"
"I didn't mean too. I didn't know he was going to trip."
"That's no excuse to ever put your hands on him like that." Brian shook his head, rounded the jeep and got in, starting the car and speeding off, leaving Michael on the sidewalk.
