"Don't love me."
"It's my secret."
"Don't love me!"
"I makes me happy. And I have a signal. When I rub my left eyebrow at you like this. . . It means I love you. Bet you didn't know that."
"Don't love me."
"I can't help it."
"I don't want anybody to love me."
"Too bad."
"I can't love anybody back."
"Who's asking you too!"
"Queers aren't meant to love; they don't want us to!"
Brian was unable to stifle a snort at the sheer familiarity of the lines.
"Do you find this amusing?" Justin questioned casting a quick glance to the older man to his left.
In response, Brain shot him an incredulous look.
"What? You don't?"
Justin rolled his eyes.
"It's sad damn it," he answered.
Brian smiled and turned back to the screen. They'd rented a movie called "Bent". A story about homosexuals during the holocaust. Not more than 15 minutes after the movie started, Brian had caught the first signs of tears in the boy's eyes. However, Brian did not ridicule him like he normally would have. The scene that had effected him had depicted a man beating his lover to death in order to escape his own violent demise. Brian was unable to resist however as Justin raised his hand to his eyes once again and he playfully slapped his hand away.
"Pathetic."
"Heartless."
"Drama Queen."
"Antichrist."
"Twat."
"Breeder."
Brian's eyes widened and he snatched the popcorn bowl from were it resided between the both of them. Justin emitted a slight whimper and pouted as he looked at Brian with puppy dog eyes. Brian gave him a small smile and placed the bowl back between them. Flashing him a bright smile, Justin then returned his gaze to the screen. They finished the rest of the film in silence, aside from the occasional sniff from Justin who each time blamed his allergies. Near the end, with the popcorn gone, Justin looked over to Brian with the intention of asking him for more but what he found was the taller man resting his head against the back of the couch deep in sleep. Justin was unable to repress a smile at the sight. Lately, Brian had been putting in a lot of extra hours at work on a new assignment. Justin had to practically beg him to rent them a movie for tonight. Yet despite all his extra work, this was the first time that it actually showed.
Wanting him to get all the rest he could Justin shut off the film, he was tired of feeling depressed anyway. Within him however, he was facing a great dilemma. A sleeping Brian lay not three feet from him, looking sinfully beautiful and inviting. However, if he got up to sketch him, he would risk waking Brian up. He quickly learned that Brian had a sixth since and had become quite adept at detecting when he was the subject of the boy's artistic creativity. If he tried to snuggle up to him, the chances of waking him would be even greater. Sighing, Justin walked back into the bedroom and retrieved a thick white blanket. As he covered his lover's relaxed body, it struck him that this had indeed been night of nostalgia. Clearly, he remembered Brian doing the same to him the night that he told his father that he was never coming home again.
Lightly running a hand through his soft hair, Justin kissed his temple and went to the computer to work on his English assignment.