Justin woke up at the loft, Brian was on top of him, still inside him. He smiled and then his headache kicked in. He wanted to push the older man off of him, but really this was Brian they were talking about. Justin remembered everything from the previous night. He had to paint something for Lindsay, fuck. He pushed the brunette off feeling him slip out he shivered at the sensation. Brian groaned and covered his head with the pillow from the light. Brian finally looked up seeing Justin heading to the shower, all he could smell was sex when he sat up. He heard the water and decided he needed one too. He looked at his clock, fuck he was late thank god he was his own boss. He headed into the bathroom, Justin's back was to him. He smiled getting in behind him Justin didn't move when he felt Brian slide soap over his skin.
"You're late for work." Justin smiled.
"The perks of being your own boss, Sunshine." Brian told him. Justin just nodded.
"I have to go pick up paint supplies do you mind if I paint here? I won't get it on anything." Justin turned to face him. Brian seemed to think about it hard.
"You get paint on anything, you're paying to replace it." The brunette warned. Justin nodded as he got out of the shower toweling off. He hadn't a clue of what to paint he was just going to wing it. He had to go to the store and pick up a few paints and a canvas of course. He walked back into the bedroom and grabbed some clothes from his drawer. He had to walk to the art store, it wasn't on Liberty Avenue but he didn't mind.
"Need a ride?" Brian asked.
"No." Justin answered as he headed for the door, he took the stairs and quickly got to the lobby, once outside he regretted not taking that ride, his wet hair was made worse by the cool wind. He tugged on his sleeves pulling them over his fingers. He turned on Barkers street. He smiled when the art store came into view. He opened the door, the lady behind the desk smiling at him. He picked out some things he needed, and a medium sized canvas he paid the woman smiling as he dragged his things to the loft, ignoring the looks people gave him on the street. He carried the canvas and bag of supplies into the building taking the elevator for obvious reasons. He opened the loft before punching in the code. He carefully laid newspaper on the floor so he wouldn't get any paint on it. He tried to think of something to paint he just allowed himself to go somewhere else to find the inspiration.
Brian's work day was hectic he had to redue someone elses job like always, he made his way home planning on going to Babylon after with Michael. He got up to his loft and opened the door seeing his blonde sitting over a canvas paint all over him but none on the floor, or furniture. Brian smiled until Justin turned, paint brush in hand smirking.
"Don't!" Brian yelled.
"Why not?" Justin asked getting reached out and grabbed Justin's arms. The younger man finally gave up.
"Are we going to Babylon?" Justin asked.
"I am, I don't know about you." Brian said letting nodded.
"I just have to shower." He said putting the paintbrush back in the water before heading to the bathroom.
"Me too." Brian said as he smelt himself. Justin turned smirking and rasied his eyebrows before slipping into the bathroom. Brian followed when he heard the water running. Justin kept his back to the older man waiting for him to come in. He felt arms wrap around his shoulders. Brian's head resting on his shoulder.
"I know you don't wanna hear it, but I love you." Justin sighed quietly. Brian didn't say anything he just didn't say 'me too' like he would have to Mikey and Justin wondered why. At least that was something right?
Justin walked in front of Brian into Babylon, he spotted Emmett and smiled. Emmett threw his arms around the blonde hugging him tightly.
"How are you baby?" He asked.
"Good." Justin smiled.
Emmett could see he wasn't, but Justin never said anything negatively about Brian. Brian wrapped his arm around Michael's shoulder.
"Nothing good tonight?" He asked.
"Not nearly good enough." Emmett sighed."The only good ones are taken."
Emmett looked at Justin, the blonde smirking at him.
"We're not married he can fuck who he wants." Brian said.
"So Emmett, I can fuck Emmett?" Justin asked. Brian covered up the glare and shrugged.
"Come on baby." Emmett tried not to laugh. He grabbed the blondes hand and lead him to the back room.
"He's going to kill me." Justin laughed.
"Oh well he'll kill me first, give you a chance to run." Emmett laughed as they got into the backroom. With no intentions of fucking they watched.
"It's different here then when I first came here." Justin mumbled.
"5 years is a long time." Emmett looked around.
Brian headed to the backroom he saw Emmett and Justin standing against the wall talking, in the fucking backroom.
"What are you freaks doing?" Brian asked as some twinks flocked to him. He was still the king. Always would be.
"Reminising." Emmett sighed dramatically. Brian shooed the twinks away holding his arm out for Justin. He nodded his head in the direction of the dancefloor. Justin looked at Emmett before grabbing the hand extended to him. Brian smiled and so did Justin. In the middle of the dancefloor, Brian's arms wrapped around Justin he realized he meant it now. He buried his face in the blonde hair.
"I love you."
Justin didn't say anything he just smiled. It's all he'd been waiting to hear and it didn't take some huge disaster like him almost dying or the world ending for it to happen.