When Ted and Emmett and I finish our conversation, and go back to watch the crowd, the first thing I see is Brian and Justin dancing on the floor. I saw them earlier this morning at the Diner, so I already knew they're back together. But it just pisses me off.
Justin is just a kid. And he hurt Brian badly after leaving him for that violinist. He should have just stayed away. But then I see how happy Brian looks right now, and how miserable and depressed he was when Justin was gone, and I don't know what to think. Justin is going to hurt him again, I know it, but I cant stop Brian from doing something stupid. Especially when Justin makes him so happy.
I look out at them dancing. Brian's hands are firm and claiming on Justin's hips, but his touch is tender and gentle. He has a smile on his face that is more content than I've seen him, and he's relaxed and truly happy looking for the first time in a long time. He kisses Justin passionately, and it seems like his bloodstream is just full of sunshine. They grin at each other and Justin's hands are at the back of Brian's neck and Brian's head falls back and his eyes fall shut.
Brian leans their foreheads together and they're staring into each other's eyes. I want to look away, but the intensity at which they're gazing at each other is mesmerizing. I wonder for a moment if Ben and I even compare to that.
Their hands are all over each other, but it's different. With most of Brian's dancing partners, his hands are either on their shoulders, or on their cock, and their usually rough and commanding and dominant. With Justin, he's gentle, loving, his hands caress every inch of Justin's body, and he treats him like an equal. Justin hands are also everywhere, also gentle. It's like they're holding each other together, pressing gently with their fingers.
Brian kisses Justin's head and I feel a bolt of amazement go through me. Brian's never shown that kind of tenderness, that kind of weakness, out in public. Not even with me. But now it's as if he doesn't care. I guess I was right. Brian really loves Justin, much as he denies it.
I wish I could warn Brian, tell him that Justin will hurt him. But I think his heart is already captured by this little twink. I think he knows it and he doesn't even fucking care, although he should.
I watch them kiss again, fiery and open-mouthed. They're infatuated with each other, and the kiss is Brian's scalding, claiming one. Justin is his. Then Brian says something to Justin, who smiles at him and kisses his chin. They hold hands, and Brian leads the way to the back room.