Checking the clock for the thousandth time, Justin recommenced his pacing.
2:50 A.M.
"Fuck," he cursed. "Come on Brian."
2:51 A.M.
Justin stopped and nervously tapped his bare feet on the wood floor. He could be with him right now. That Tommy-Tony-Timmy could have been the one. He could have strangled that boy and left him in the dumpster to rot. The guy was big, well bigger than he was. He could give Brian a good fight. But Brian could fight back. Still he was overcome with a sick feeling in his stomach.
2:52 A.M.
The sound of the elevator rising was like angels welcoming him into heaven. Quickly, he turned and ran up the stairs and into the bedroom, tearing off his shirt and pants as he did. Just has he'd hurled himself into the bed and under the covers, the sound of the lock being turned greeted his ears and soon after the heavy door slid open. Even with his eyes closed, Justin could detect exactly what Brian was doing. He tried to concentrate on feigning sleep and ignoring the sound of the other man walking into the bathroom to shower.
Justin opened his eyes when he was sure Brian was standing under the running water, cleansing himself of his newest conquest. He was unsure of whether or not to tell Brian how their rules were beginning to make him feel. Of the horrible way his stomach churned when it was over and he was left with his so-called partner. However, he also knew that expressing those feelings would not do any good. He'd done something no one else could. He had Brian Kinney on a leash. A long leash, but a leash nonetheless. As the sound of the falling water ceased, Justin closed his eyes again and after a few minutes, felt Brian slip into bed beside him. Justin was lying in the fetal position with his back to him and felt his heart rate increase when Brian scooted closer to him.
"I know you're awake," Brian whispered as he gently touched Justin's back. "I told you I'd be all right. I wouldn't have gone if I couldn't have handled it."
As much as Justin wanted to turn around and respond, something inside him held him back.
Brian's body was damp and cool and felt wonderful against Justin's which was heated with anxiety. Nothing else was said as Brian kissed his shoulder and laid back into the sheets. Justin never turned over and slept the entire night with his back to him.