Disclaimer: I do not own Queer as Folk, or any of the characters in this story. They belong to Cowlip and Showtime. I'm just borrowing them, to create a story to cure my boredom.

CHAPTER 1 PART 1

Consequences

Justin may not have known Brian to be so cold at the beginning, but he knew now that that was who Brian was, and there was no changing it. Brian just wasn't a romantic like he was, and Justin didn't think he ever would be.

Justin sniffed the pillow Brian slept on, sweeping him back to memories of them being together. Justin loved thinking of him, just the thought of Brian, filled him with warmth. But then as soon as he starting thinking about all the wonderful times he'd had with Brian, he started to remember all the things he'd regretted, shuddering at the memory of how he left Brian for Ethan that one night at the Rage party at Babylon. Although he knew Brian forgave him, or at least he thought he did, part of him wondered if Brian was still wounded from being shut out like that. He found out from Michael that after that night, Brian had been pretty fucked up, he even started fucking random guys who looked like Justin. Although it was a bit creepy, it was obvious that Brian had missed him, and Justin knew it.

Justin heard the door sliding open, and then shut.

Brian walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer.

Justin knew he'd sit down on the couch, not taking any notice of his presence. Justin stripped off his clothes, and walked over to Brian and stood behind him, he was flipping through some papers. Justin started to massage Brian, commenting on how tense Brian was, to which Brian replied "That's what you get after a day full of servicing the clients."

Justin wasn't really sure whether there was a hidden message in "servicing", or not, but he was used to it just as well, so he ignored the comment, and continued massaging Brian.

Brian sighed, "You're pretty good with your hands."

"You should know that by now." Justin replied while smirking as Brian looked up at him.

Brian suddenly noticed that Justin was completely naked, and pulled him down onto the couch, and starting kissing him passionately. Justin unbuttoned Brian's jeans and slid his hand into Brian's underwear. Brian sighed, and pulled off his pants, kissing Justin's neck and chest. Justin pulled Brian's face up to his, and kissed him deeply, they spent another 5 minutes kissing eachother, when finally Brian lifted up Justin's legs over his shoulders, and while continuing to kiss Justin, grabbed a condom, ripped it open, put it on, and then entered Justin.

Justin moaned, as he wrapped his legs around Brian's waist.

Justin was completely wrapped up in him.

Just as Brian and Justin, were both about to come, there was a knock on the door.

"Fuck" sighed Brian, as he continued anyways, as he wasn't going to stop just because someone was knocking on the door.

Brian came, as did Justin, and they groaned in unison.

So finally Brian got up as the knocking contined.

"Alright, hold your fucking horses!" Brian said loudly before opening to door.

It was a trick from a few months back, his name was "Uhh... Steve?" Brian guessed. "Chris" the boy replied. "Ah right... Chris.. What the fuck do you want?"

"Well, the night after we slept together, I went and got tested... and... well.... it turns out I'm positive."

"Positive about what?" Brian said, not really knowing what else to say.

"HIV Positive" he answered.

Brian just stood there, again not knowing what to say, or think. Justin ran up to Brian after pulling on some boxers, and said "So why are you telling him? You got infected from someone else you randomly fucked, get out of here!"

"Well, I didn't have sex with anyone, between when we slept together and when I got tested."

"Well, that doesn't mean I have it! And why the fuck did you wait 4 months to tell me?" Brian said blankly.

"Brian" Justin said as he shut the door in Chris' face. "You have to get tested, what if you're-"

"-What if nothing Justin, I'm not infected, I can't be ok? Now, where were we?"

Brian started to kiss Justin, but Justin pushed away, and Brian saw the look of terror on Justins face. He just looked at Justin for a minute, then he grabbed him, and held him, as Justin broke down, and started to cry.

CHAPTER 1 PART 2

What To Do?

Brian just held him, he didn't even want to think about how Justin might feel, at the thought of losing him. Probably the same as Brian felt at the thought of losing Justin. Brian shuddered, and Justin looked up at him with a questioning look on his face.

"Nothing." Brian said as he wiped the tears from Justins face, and kissed him tenderly. As soon as Brian pulled away Justin began to cry again. He started to apologize saying "Sorry, sorry, I'm being a stupid, why the fuck am I crying? Sorry, I just...." he stopped as Brian gave him a look that told him to stop apologizing because it was fine.

Justin collapsed onto the couch, as he broke down sobbing uncontrollably. Brian didn't know what to do other than hold him. He sat down and embraced Justin, wanting to never let him go, never. Brian thought to himself, saying, 'I never thought this would happen to me'. Then said aloud "Why me?" He didn't realize he had said it out loud, until Justin looked up at him. "What do you mean why you?" Justin questioned. "What the fuck do you think I mean!" Brian said, rather loudly. "I was safe! I used condoms! After all this, cancer, and you being bashed over the head, why do I have to go through more shit, why me!" He screamed, to no one in particular, but seeing the look on Justins face, made him realize he had hurt the young man's feelings a little.

"What does me taking a baseball bat to the head have to do with anything?" Justin said, already knowing the answer as soon as he had opened his mouth.

"You know what I mean, I mean.. us.. why do we have to go through more shit." Brian said, hoping Justin wouldn't hear the hint of uncertainty in his voice.

But he did.

"You didn't say we you said I, and I hate to break this to you, but I think that, being the one who was at the wrong end of the baseball bat, I was the one with the shit end of the stick." Justin said not knowing what Brian was about to say.

"Really? You had the shit end of the stick? How do you think I felt coming to see you every night, seeing you lying there, helpless, tied to all those machines, which were the only things keeping you alive. Do you know what its like to see someone you love so much you cant even bring yourself to say it, lying in a bed, which may be where he dies? And you have no idea whats going to happen to him?, If you're ever going to talk to him again?, See his smile? Kiss him one last time? Tell him that you really do love him?"

Justin just stared at Brian with a completely confused look, as a million things were running through his head at that moment.

"I...." Justin tried to speak but he couldn't.

Brian then realized what he had just said, in the heat of the moment, and it was something he never thought he would ever say.

Brian looked down and started to fidget with his shell bracelet. Then soft hands lifted his chin up, and he looked at Justin. "I love you too" Justin said. Brian wanted so badly to say those words "I love you. I LOVE YOU!" he screamed inside, but instead he just sat there staring at his bracelet.

Justin broke the silence by saying "Look, I'm going to bed."

Brian was silent.

"Are you coming?" Justin continued.

Brian couldn't speak, he didn't know what to say, or do, he could barely move, he felt numb.

"Brian, please, come on."

TO BE CONTINUED