Chapter 11

Brian P.O.V.

I do not even know what to say as Justin tells me about has happened to him. I can only think about how the D.A's offer better be a good fucking offer. For once in my life I have no smart ass comment, I just listen to everything that he has said all the horrific things he has had done to him.

By the time he tells me it is okay to rant and rave I have nothing left for me to say. I fear what the whole situation will do to Justin. I am terrified about what will happen to us; I finally realize what Justin means to me and now I may lose him for good.

I love that Justin only cares about the man I really am. Grant it I have only showed that man to Justin, I know he would not judge me for being open. Deep down I really am worried about what others would think, even though I know I shouldn't.

I can only think about how nice it would be to just hold him in my; nothing more then to know he is still alive, the feeling of his skin against my own. Neither the late hours nor the emotional drama have anything to do with the exhaustion I feel right now.

I want to hold him and comfort him. I want to tell him everything will be okay and I will be there forever for him. Nothing comes from my mouth though as we sit here on our sofa.

I think of all the things that I could have done to avoid this happening to Justin and it all boils down to one thing; if I never had sex with him again this all would have been avoided. Losing all the wonderful things that Justin has shown me is just not worth it though.

The sheer thoughts of watching other men touching him other then myself just sets me off, I mean hell that is how he got me home for the second time. I do not know what it is about this particular blonde that is so different from the rest.

I mean hell even on our designated date nights I could not stand the thought of anyone else touching or licking his body. Grant it is hot as all hell to watch him fuck random tricks but the whole foreplay concept drove me insane.

There is something truly special about Justin and even at this moment I have no idea what makes him so different; especially in comparison to everyone else I have ever fucked. As I have thought I have had hundreds and thousands of orgasms under my belt and most of them are easily forgettable but I can easily remember everyone I have had with Justin.

Each time my body was rocked with pleasure with him it was earth shattering. Even from the beginning I knew that Justin was different but for some reason I could not turn the 17 year old away.

Justin knew how to play me right from the beginning and that scared me to the core. He knew exactly what trap to lay to get me running back into his arms. Hell I did not even know the concept of seeing the color red until I saw the trick running his hands all over Justin's smooth perfect chest.

Christ not even a week after I had him he me begging to touch him again. Justin was some how completely in tune with me; he could read me like a book. Hell I assume that is the reason he was able to play me so well.

For some reason after the bashing he seemed to lose that insiders look into me. I knew after he got hurt I should have told him how I felt but for some I was terrified.

I think the moment that we were all running down the hospital I was in love with him at that exact moment. I never cared for a second if Michael was still behind me but for some reason I kept looking back to make sure that Justin was still following.

It was so hard playing it off that I did not care considering the first second I heard his voice I knew he was the man that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. Justin Eric Taylor that is what true happiness sounds like to me.

Fuck I know I cannot keep remembering the things of our past considering that we have so much weighing on our future. From what it sounds like Justin has nothing else to say so I take the offense; I stand up and grab his hand.

I lead us into the bedroom and crawl into our bed. I used to love how big it was but now I cannot even look at it without seeing my blonde angel lying next to me.

As soon as y head hits the pillow I open my arms inviting Justin to me. I wait to see what he does for it will all be up to him from here on out.

"Of all the things I have longed for in my life this is the one thing that I missed the most. Being held in your arms is what heaven truly is...thank you Bri for not getting into what between Ethan and me. I can guarantee you will get another full account of it in just a few hours."

As soon as he says the last words I can feel his whole body relax into mine and I know he is asleep and once again I am left with my thoughts.

I reach over and grab the alarm and set it up for 3:10 giving us a couple much needed hours of sleep. I know I am exhausted but for some reason sleep do not come to me.

I hear my phone ringing and I quickly answer it before it has a chance to wake up Justin.

"Kinney here."

"Brian its Cynthia, why aren't you here? Gardner is freaking out your meeting with Leo Brown is in 2 hours. You better get your fine ass down here."

"Cynthia I will not be coming in for at least a week maybe longer. Did you happen to watch the news or read the paper today?"

"No Brian why, what's going on? Why the fuck are you whispering?"

"Justin got into some trouble and I need to be here for him, it holds priority over anything else. There are murder charges and I need to help him get them dropped. Reschedule everything for a non determined date. If Vance has a problem with it tell him to contact me personally and I will deal with it. I will love telling him to personally fuck off myself. Look I have been up for over 36 hours I am going to sleep before we have to go to the D.A.'s. Thanks for your help Cynthia."

I hang up the phone and before I know it I am out like a light.