Inevitable
Brian knew it would only be a matter of time before anyone found out what he was doing, but he hadn't thought it would take such a long time. And he sure as hell didn't think it would be Justin who walked in on him after sneaking into the loft for a surprise visit over the weekend.
It had started after Justin had left to become a star in New York Fucking City. Brian would admit that he had been feeling fucking bad about it. He had felt like he had been so close to securing something great for the rest of his life, and then he had managed to fuck it up again.
And he had let Justin leave.
But Brian was still Brian Kinney, and Kinney didn't curl up in his bed and cry like some little faggot.
No, he set new goals in life. Something to keep him motivated and keep him going while he waited for Sunshine to make his million or whateverthefuck Sunshine wanted.
So he set the goal of losing five pounds. He had gained a few the past few months, and he blamed Justin for it- all those cosy nights in instead of dancing off calories at Babylon had left its mark.
But five pounds weren't that hard to loose, and it didn't make any difference in how he looked so he set a higher goal- ten pounds.
Now that was a challenge, but he worked on it. Of course, he lost patience after a few weeks and cut down on his diet and watched the fat melt off faster.
And he felt miserable, but it was a different kind of miserable. This was the not-thinking-of-Justin type of miserable, and was a welcome distraction.
And one thing led to another, and there he was, crouching in the most undignified way ever in front of the toilet, his dinner in the bowl and Justin staring at him with wide, sad eyes from the door and weekend bag dropped by his feet.
Well, let it never be heard that Brian Kinney has ever done a half-assed job of anything.
Brian sat down heavily, leaning his back against the cold tiles, as Justin disappeared from the door.
A moment later, he reappeared, a bottle of water in his hand. He flushed the toilet, sat down on the lid and handed Brian the water silently along with a moist towel to wipe off his hand and his lips.
Justin watched him in silence. Brian couldn't meet Justin's eyes if his life depended on it.