Justin regained consciousness a couple of minutes after he'd passed out. He awoke to find Brian sobbing, his head resting on Justin's chest. Justin wasn't sure what to do. He didn't want to embarrass Brian, but, at the same time, he had a nearly overwhelming urge to hold him in his arms. In the end, his need to comfort Brian overrode Justin's concerns about Brian's pride. He slid his arms around Brian and buried his face in Brian's hair. Even now, when Justin was worried about Brian, he couldn't help but relish in the softness of Brian's hair and his musky scent. He smiled a little when he felt his cock jump. His desire for Brian was so strong that almost nothing could table it.

Brian cleared his throat, wiped his tears away, and then picked Justin up and carried him to the bed. He laid him down and crawled in next to him. He was lying on his side propped up on his right arm. He studied Justin's face and brushed a few stray hairs off of Justin's forehead. He frowned when he saw that Justin's brow was lined, he imagined, with concern for him.

Meanwhile, Justin had been studying Brian's face. After a minute or two, he reached up and caressed Brian's cheek with his left hand. Then he clenched and unclenched his right a few times before risking a question. He asked softly, "Why were you…you know?"

Justin couldn't actually say the word. He was afraid Brian would become angry or simply shut down.

Brian looked down and closed his eyes for a moment. He smiled wryly when he realized that he would actually have answered Justin if he could have. But of course he couldn't. He sighed and lifted his head until his eyes met Justin's.

"I can't answer that."

He hesitated, but then inquired, "Do you want to talk about what you remembered?"

Justin grimaced and rolled over so that he was facing away from Brian.

Brian prodded gently, "Kitten?"

Justin clenched his jaw. His breathing was uneven, fast and heavy. Unbidden, the images that had forced their way up to his consciousness flashed across his mind once more. He closed his eyes and shook his head. He no longer wanted to remember. Anything. Before then, he had been desperately hoping he would remember his and Brian's past…but…

Brian sighed. He rubbed Justin's back and repeated, "Kitten?" Then he added, "You know we need to talk about this."

Justin's entire body tensed up. He couldn't. He wouldn't. His eyes widened. He knew just how to distract Brian. He rolled over onto his back, quickly shed his clothes, and then started stroking his cock. Brian watched in silence, but he was frowning. A couple minutes in, Justin licked his lips and moaned softly. Then he whispered, "You know, proximity to you and your scent by themselves get me so hard. Anytime I'm near you, I just want to feel your hands touching me, your cock pushing its way inside me."

Brian clenched his jaw. Seeing Justin's naked body, watching him jerk off, listening to him beg for Brian's dick, each by itself would have caused his cock to grow painfully erect, but all three together caused it to throb and leak, too. As much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't respond; it was torture. He took a deep breath and stated, "You said you heard something clatter and echo. What exactly did you mean?" Brian knew, of course, but Justin needed to say it.

Justin stopped stroking his cock. His eyes suddenly filled with tears. Apparently, his attempt to seduce Brian was not very effective at keeping the memory at bay. The fear and the pain remained just beneath the surface. He shook his head and whispered, "I…I don't want to talk about it, Brian. I can't. I just can't."

Brian replied, in a firm, but gentle voice, "Kitten, you have to." Then he caressed Justin's cheek. "But I'm here. We'll do this together. Okay?"

Frowning, Justin looked at his hands and sighed. He clenched and unclenched his right a few times, but then turned to face Brian. He wasn't sure if he could do this. Still, he replied, "Okay."

Brian pulled Justin into his arms and covered them both with the duvet. Then Brian repeated his question from before, "You said you heard something clatter and echo. What exactly did you mean?"

Justin shivered involuntarily. Brian held Justin a little tighter, and Justin nestled himself more snugly in Brian's arms. Then he began, "I was in a parking garage I think..."