BRIAN P.O.V.

"So, let me get this straight." Michael puts his mug down on the table and starts to rub his wedding band. "You took him home with you after having discovered that he's multimillionaire, then you two arrive at the loft and he starts stripping and you wanted to fuck him again but he started telling you things about, dare I say it, his feelings towards you and then since you weren't able to say anything at all, he went into the bathroom and you escaped here where you entered using your key, so it was an emergency, but you didn't come to wake me up because you didn't want to talk about this shit, as you called it. Is all that correct?"

"Yeah pretty much."

"God you're such a coward."

"Fucking excuse me?" I ask in disbelief.

"Yeah just as I told you before, you're scared from what Justin may represent in your future life."

I roll my eyes and take a sip of coffee from my cup. "You're absolutely pathetic, Michael."

"Yeah sure" and it's his turn to roll his eyes. "Now, he told you that he was going to sign the papers so he could go back home to find a real husband."

"I'm his real husband" I say before I can stop myself and I see Michael grinning.

"Really?"

"Shut up."

"I thought you needed some advice from someone who's in a mature working relationship."

"I knew that I shouldn't have asked you."

"But I'm your best friend, so shut up and listen."

I signal to him to go on and Mikey smirks even more.

"What Justin told you, was exactly what you wanted to tell him but you didn't know how to do it. You've known him for a total of what? Seventy hours? And he has known you for just as long but he knows what it is that he wants and has the courage to admit, at least to himself, that even if the circumstances that got you two together were absolutely crazy, it happened and has changed something. All in all, he wants to take the risk to see where this thing could go before call it quit. The question is, do you want to give it a try too?"

"I don't know him, Michael."

"Yeah you said this already" he says rolling his eyes once again, "but, there are people who spent lifetimes with each other without ever really know the other. You already know something about him and you like it, so why don't you find out the rest?"

I put down my cup and sink my hands into my hair. "How in the hell did I end up like this?"

"Because you fuck without thinking and drink without measure."

"Thanks, Dr. Novotny." I tell him sarcastically.

"You're welcome and look at it this way, you've already cheated on each other which is the gravestone of the majority of marriages" Mikey shrugs, "things between you two, can just get better."

"And where did you find out all those things?"

"Sometimes I got freaked out about being married and so I've read a lot about marriages and how to make things work."

"Of course."

"One last question..." I look up at Michael. "Do you really want to see him married to someone else?"

JUSTIN P.O.V.

When I wake up, I don't even need to call out for him to know that Brian isn't home. He probably didn't even come back.

Sighing, I throw the sheets away and stand up from the couch and walk to the bathroom. After having relieved my bladder, I spend a couple of minutes staring at the sheets still tangled from our last fuck. I didn't notice it yesterday. I go back into the living room to retrieve my phone to call Oliver and have a smoke when I remember that I still have to buy a new pack of cigarettes.

"I don't think he will be angry if I borrow one of his" I say into the empty loft and walk over to the nightstand opening the drawer that Brian stopped me from opening the first night I was here and what I find, shocks me. Under a half empty pack of cigarettes, I can see some papers that in bold letters say "Divorce Practice" I take it and see the stickers marking where Brian should sign. I look through the pages and see that all the places where Brian should sign are already filled in. I sit down on the edge of the bed and feel a strange sadness over take me.

"So when you fucked me, we were already half divorced. I should have fucked that guy yesterday."

I leave the files on the bed and go in the living room to retrieve my clothes and when I'm dressed, I pick up the papers once again and read attentively through them. He won't ask for anything and I don't have to expect to receive anything from the divorce. Brian's agency, loft, car and bank account, will go back to being just his just like all my belongings will be just mine. When I'm finished, I look for a pen in the still opened drawer and find Brian's ring near where the cigarettes were sitting. I pull it out and stare at it for a couple of minutes and then I take the ring and the files into the kitchen and quickly sign where I'm supposed to and then I pull the ring off my hand and I put mine and Brian's together on the papers.

I walk over to the closet and take my jacket out.

BRIAN P.O.V.

I pull open the loft's door and call for Justin but the only reply is the silence. I go into the bedroom and the bathroom but he's not here. Sighing, I pull off my jacket and went to pick up a bottle of water in the kitchen. After I've drank, I put the half empty bottle on the counter and see some papers. I stretch my arm reaching them and when I lift them, something falls on the floor and roll over to my feet. I look down and I see Justin's wedding band. I bend down to pick it up and when I put it back on the counter wondering why he left it here, I see the other band lying on the steel.

"What..." and then I feel a sickening feeling in the pit of my stomach. I look at the papers and see that they are the divorce papers and scanning quickly through them, I see Justin's signature next to mine at the end of each page.

"That little asshole" I murmur to the empty place and quickly walk over to my desk and when the computer is loaded, I open the Liberty Airlines page and search for the next flight to Chicago. One was this morning at eight o'clock and one is about to leave in an hour. Hoping that Justin doesn't like to wake up early, I pick up my jacket and hurry out of the door.

JUSTIN P.O.V.

For some reason, this morning I woke up early. When I finished signing the divorce papers, I looked at the clock and it was just half past six. I walked until I was on Liberty and then I took a taxi to the hotel, quickly packed my things and then went to the airport. I was about to take the 8 o'clock flight but it was deleted while I was doing the check-in. For some cosmic reasons, it's five minutes to 1 pm and I should already be sitting on the plane, but the speaker just announced that they're sorry but the plane will be delayed. My fucking luck.

Sighing, I pick up my suitcase and head towards the bar to have something to eat before taking a taxi back to my hotel. I'm about to wave to the barman for a coffee and a sandwich, when I hear someone standing close behind me and then, a deadly tone, says "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

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We've spent the drive from the airport back to the loft in complete silence. I wanted to ask Brian what the hell he was doing, but I was more busy asking myself why the hell when he said "you're coming with me", I just nodded, picked my suitcase and followed him.

Now we're standing in the middle of the loft just looking at each other. It's like being back at when I came here days ago and he came to pick me up at the airport.

"So, how did you know that the flight was delayed?"

He looks at me confused for an instant. "I didn't know. I just came here, saw the papers and looked up the flights for Chicago and decided to come pick you up."

"And how did you know that I wasn't on the 8 o'clock flight?"

Brian shrugs and scraps the back of his neck with his right hand. "Because I hoped that you hated waking up early."

I smile. "Well, I do but I woke up early today. I was doing the check in for the 8 o'clock flight when it was deleted and I was about to go back to my hotel now, because the 1 o'clock flight has been delayed" and Brian starts to laugh all of a sudden. "What?" I ask confused.

"Michael would love this story. You see, he has this little theory in his head where he's absolutely sure that it was destiny that we were in the same bar at the same time and that between all the people on the face of this whole fucking planet, I ended up married to you. And this thing that just happened, it's like an ultimate proof."

"Well, looking at it from his point of view, I guess he could be right" I say seriously looking straight into Brian's eyes. He becomes serious and takes a couple of steps towards me. "Why did you come?" I ask.

"Why did you sign the papers?"

I shrug. "It's what you want."

Brian shakes his head and bites down on his lower lip and I stare at him in disbelief. "What?"

"You should have waited for me to come back before doing it."

"And you should have waited for me to come out of the bathroom."

"Oh right your little escape. You make a speech that looks like something that comes right out of fucking Dawson's Creek and then take away to hide in the fucking bathroom and I had to wait for you to come back to the land of adulthood?"

I burst into a bitter laugh. "Look at who's calling who immature. When I came out, you were gone and you didn't come back home all night for fear of facing me. That's a way to be a grown up, Kinney!"

"Oh fucking shut up!"

"Where did you go? To fuck the first willing man that crossed your path? You're pathetic."

"Oh I'm pathetic? You let the first man that crosses yours fuck you!" he yells.

"Yeah just like when I let you fuck me!" I shout back at Brian who's on the verge of a complete queening out moment. "You are jealous even if we barely knew each other and it's because I'm supposed to be completely yours! You're like a big baby when someone steals his favorite toy!"

"Oh you should be my favorite one first" he says smirking and he's crazy if he thinks that with saying this I'm going to back down.

"You're too chicken to admit it to someone else and above all to yourself. You know that Michael and Ben know about us and you hated that they saw your husband making out and fucking with other men. And you hated it even more because you imposed to yourself not to care and this means that you can't fucking say anything! Let me tell you something... it's fucked up!"

"I wasn't fucking around! I went to talk to Mikey because I didn't know what the hell to do with what you make me feel!" he suddenly screams and we both become silent and then in the fraction of an instant, he's pushing me up against the door and kissing me forcefully. I feel his hands greedily pulling open my jeans and showing them down.

"I hate you, you know?" he huskily whispers in my ear and I lock my arms around his neck and pull his mouth to mine once again while his hands pull down my boxers. I let my hands slide down his spine and then as fast as I can, I open his button and unzip his jeans. Brian gives me one last kiss and then turns me around and I feel him rip open the condom and a bottle of lube that he must have had in his pants. One second later, he's entering me and I bite down on my lips to keep a yell from escaping. I feel Brian tense up. "Justin..."

"I may have lied yesterday" I take a couple of deep breaths. "Keep going" I whisper at him and suddenly he's moving more gently, kissing my neck and lightly biting my skin.

BRIAN P.O.V.

God, fucking him with a lucid mind, must be the most amazing thing ever and he's fucking right. Being together with a clear head is definitely something different and it's what got me scared out of my fucking mind. I push all the way inside and he moans. "What do you mean with that?" I thrust back out and then back inside.

"That... the guy... the one you saw me entering the back room with... I paid him $500 to tell you that he fucked me."

I laugh and kiss his neck sneaking an arm around his waist pulling him impossibly closer to me. "That's fucked up."

"I know" he sighs content and we start fucking harder and faster. If I have to be honest, I may just like this new kind of life.

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I pass Justin my cigarette and he takes a puff before leaning his head on my chest. This is such a fucking domestic scene.

"You didn't have to sign those fucking papers" I suddenly tell him.

"I was looking for a cigarette and I saw them. I..." he sighs and closes his eyes. "I wanted to ignore them, but I saw that they were signed and something just kind of flipped inside me. I mean, you fucked me being already half divorced from me... it was stupid, but I felt betrayed. You should have told me."

I frown. "You came here to divorce me, when we fucked, you..."

"I came here to make things work. Oliver practically forced me" and I feel him quietly laughing. "We're fucked up, huh?" he sighs.

"Yeah that's why it could work..."

I let some minutes pass by in silence and then Justin sits up and looks at me. "So what?"

I look at him. "What,?"

"What do you want, Brian?"

"I... I don't know."

He puts on this fake smile that I hate so much. He does it all the time when he's bothered with something. It's like his own way to say "Fuck off" but smiling. It makes him look as cold as ice and I wonder how I can already know something like this about him. I didn't even think I noticed.

"Fucking great, Brian."

He shakes his head and turns to leave. "I guess I want you." There. I said it. It's up to him now.

"You... you guess?" he turns to look at me again and man, he's pissed. "You fucking guess that you want me? And do you really think that just because you guess that you want me, I'm going to stay here?"

Ok, Brian, it's now or never. He's just Justin. He's your husband. Grow some balls and fucking tell him. "I want you to stay. I want you." And now he looks petrified and so fucking surprised. Well, I am too.

"What did... did you say?"

"You don't expect me to say it again, do you?"

"God you're such an asshole" but he laughs and I laugh along with him.

"So are you." I stretch out my arm and pull him closer to me looking straight into his eyes. They have a strange sparkle, the same as the first night.

"Ok. I'll stay but fuck it up again and I'll ask for a divorce and you'll never see me again."

"Ok." He sighs and I caress his cheek. "What are we going to do?"

"Live together."

"Happily ever after?" I ask him smirking.

"More like "Fighting ever after". We're too stubborn and too smart to believe in that bullshit. And besides, I love to fuck you when you're angry and pretend to hate me."

"I do hate you sometimes."

He smiles and I know that I must look just as happy as he looks now. "And the other times?"

I smirk "The other times I guess I like you."

"You guess?"

"Yep."

He pulls my head down and kisses me. "Wait, one more thing" I stretch out my arm towards the nightstand and take his ring. I grab his left hand in mine and slip the ring at his place. "There." He smiles brightly at me. "I didn't want to sign those papers. I did it before heading to the airport to come pick you up the other day."

Justin shakes his head. "You're stupid."

"Well, thanks a lot." He starts kissing me and I feel strangely happy all of a sudden.

"Why did you change your mind?"

"I talked with Michael."

"Guess he's going to become a very good friend to me."

"Yeah like this Oliver for me."

He laughs. "But I did fuck Olli and there was a time when I wanted him as my boyfriend."

My eyebrows furrow. "Then I guess we are not going to see a lot of him around" and Justin just laughs and I repeat to myself something that he only said to me more or less a month ago but that feels like years ago.

So much for waking up in Vegas.