*~Birthday Treat~*
The sound of the violin danced throughout the loft as Justin turned around to Brian and explained to him what an amazing musician the young man he'd met was. Brian was fixing a broken chair and laughed on the inside at Justin's sudden enthusiasm. Noticing his lover's disinterest, the younger man walked over to him, removing one of Brian's leather jackets that he'd let him borrow for the day, leaving him clad in his suit.
"You know, it wouldn't hurt for you to expose yourself to a little culture."
"I've exposed myself to a little culture," he began. "There was an oboe player at one of the baths once."
Justin lightly hit his arm with the back of his hand and made a noise between disappointment and disgust. As Justin walked back over towards the CD player producing the beautiful music he slowly removed his suit jacket. The sound of the instrument was like something he had never heard before. The way the musician, Ethan was his name, commanded it was utterly captivating. The music however was suddenly muffled as the teenager felt Brian press himself up close behind him and cover his eyes with his right hand.
"Are you up for another birthday treat?" he whispered intimately against his ear.
Justin flinched in his hold but found that it was rather difficult to move. However, when he pulled his head away Brian let him go.
"No way," he said turning to him. "No fucking way."
Brian looked at him innocently and held his gaze as Justin stared at him in disbelief.
"I knew it!" he said hitting Brian playfully. "All that bullshit about not doing birthdays you were just gonna surprise me!"
As he spoke Justin was unable to repress a little bounce of joy and he, in a state of euphoria, wrapped his arms around Brian's neck as the tall man pulled him closer by his tie. Brian's right arm went around his slight waist and he grinned as the blond stood on his tiptoes and quickly kissed his lips.
"Oh," Justin said lovingly. "What is it?"
The nineteen-year-old sharply turned around and scanned the loft as quickly as he could before Brian's hand moved back to cover his eyes and his other arm went around his chest and pulled him close.
"This way young man," he said deep in his throat.
Brian kept himself pressed close to Justin's back as he maneuvered the two of them across the loft and towards the steps to the bedroom.
"I'm gonna trip," Justin exclaimed and soon after enforced his statement by yelping in surprise as he did indeed nearly trip over his feet. Brian carefully guided him up the stairs and soon stopped and wrapped his arms snugly around his chest. Justin smiled brightly as he felt Brian reaching for something with the hand that was not being used to block his vision. Inside his chest the boy's heart beat vigorously as his ears picked up a faint crinkling sound. Kissing his side of his ear softly, Brian removed his hand that allowed Justin to see the bouquet of red roses embedded in a symphony of delicate baby's breath in Brian's other hand. To overcome with emotion to respond vocally, Justin reached forward to take the scarlet buds from his lover who rested his chin in the crook of his neck.
"Happy birthday," he whispered daintily against Justin's smooth skin.
Justin felt a lump rising in his throat as his fingers tightened around the green stems that were wrapped in a thin, crisp plastic that protected him from the thorns. Bringing the velvet softness to his nose and inhaled and silently scolded himself when his vision became blurry. Taking in a deep breath he turned in Brian's hold and wrapped his arms tightly around his back, resting he flowers against him as well.
"Thank you," Justin said quietly as he buried his face in Brian's shoulder.
Brian didn't say anything but Justin could feel him smile against him. After squeezing him tightly, Justin pulled back and kissed him sweetly gently before he ran his fingertips down his cheek. Smiling, Brian reached out and silently brushed a tear away.
"Allergies," Justin half-heartily defended.
Brian grinned at him and leaned forward to kiss his temple.
"I know."