Chapter 2

Old Lovers Unite

Brian departed the raft. He had seemed to land near a mountainous region with a lot of forest. He thought it even seemed vaguely familiar. Some of the forest was still alive, surprisingly enough. He went into the trees, not knowing what to expect. He walked for about three hours and came upon a cabin. He decided to go in to see if anyone was home. He tried the door, but found it was locked. He knocked loudly.

"Is anyone home," he asked loudly.

The door flew open. There stood a blond haired and blue eyed boy, though he wasn't really a boy. Brian recognized him immediately. They were both in each other's arms in a heartbeat.

"Justin," Brian exclaimed happily.

"Happy to see me Brian," Justin said laughing.

"Oh shut up you little shit," Brian said playfully. "You know you're glad to see me. Let's say we go inside."

"My pleasure," Justin said with a smirk.

Brian was seated at a table. Justin brought him what little food he had, a little fish and some fresh berries.

"I'm glad to see you," Justin said softly. "I worried about you. I didn't know if we'd ever see each other again. I love you so much Brian."

Brian felt his gut clench in guilt for the boy he really did love. He couldn't say it back in their old days, but he would say it now. He stood up and walked toward Justin. He grabbed his hand and looked into his eyes seriously.

"I love you, Justin Taylor," Brian whispered. "There. I said it."

Justin smiled at him.

"You surprise me Brian Kinney," Justin said pulling him closer.

Their lips met in a sweet yet rough connection that hinted longing. They finally pulled apart. Justin was still smirking.

"Can you guess whose cabin this was," Justin asked.

"Who," Brian mumbled.

Justin walked to the mantlepiece. He grabbed a picture that was there and shoved it into Brian's hand. Brian felt anger and jealousy fill him as he looked down at the image of Michael and David.

"That bastard," Brian said quietly.

Brian threw the picture across the room. So this was the doc's old cabin? This must be where he had taken Michael that time. Brian didn't want to be in that place with that knowledge. This was where another man had seduced Michael and taken what was his.

"Justin," Brian muttered. "We have to leave this place. We have to find our friends."

"I know," Justin said nodding. "I worry about all of them."

"Debbie's dead," Brian said quietly.

Justin's mouth hung open. Then tears began to form in his eyes.

"When," he asked.

"I took care of her. After the comet hit. We were all each other had. She told me to go and find you all, but she died. I buried her."

Brian looked at the floor. Justin put his hand over his eyes and silent tears fell for the woman who had taken him in. He really had loved Deb and Michael too. He would never admit he actually loved Michael though. Brian embraced Justin and rubbed his back softly.

"I still care about you," Justin whispered.

"Me too," Brian said simply. "Justin, we can't. I've made up my mind years ago. The only one I want to end things with is Mikey. I do love you Justin. I always will, but we can't."

"I know," Justin said heavily. "I always knew. You and Michael deserve happiness. Let's go find him."

Brian looked at Justin, who was smiling widely.

"Let's go find all our friends Brian."

Brian and Justin spent the night in the cabin. Justin went fishing the next morning and cooked them breakfast. Brian didn't know how he'd be able to keep his hands from touching Justin, even with his love for Michael. He still loved the blond kid, who would always be a boy in his eyes. Finally they agreed that it was ok to touch, but not have. While they journeyed onward they shared many kisses and touches. Finally they came to a rather large city.

TBC...