Justin's eyes grew as wide as saucers. He was speechless and paralyzed. Brian cleared his throat and stood, refastening his pants. He headed to the kitchen to get a bottle of water. Suddenly, Justin found his voice and moved without even thinking, reacting rather than responding.
He cried, "Wait!" and grabbed Brian's arm. Then he pulled him back down to his knees. Justin's eyes shone with a warmth that caused Brian's heart to ache. Was that the same warmth he'd seen so many times before Justin had lost his memory? He didn't dare hope. Brian had never understood why Justin had fallen in love with him, and he doubted very much that it would, that it could, happen a second time. Lightning doesn't strike twice. Not in the same spot.
The moment those three little words were out of his mouth, Brian had regretted uttering them. His memories were very much intact, painfully so, but, as far as Justin was concerned, Brian and Justin had known each other a paltry two weeks. Justin had told him on many occasions, before the bashing, that he'd fallen in love with him the night they'd met, but Brian had no idea how this new Justin felt.
Desperate fear gripped his heart. Such fear as he had not felt in a very long time. His breathing was shallow, and his skin flushed. He hated the eagerness with which he waited for Justin to continue. He despised need and need in himself most of all. He wanted to retreat into himself, to walk away, to lose himself in the safety of anonymous sex. However, the thought of tricking still made him nauseous. It was more likely to force him to remember what he'd nearly lost, what he could still lose, than to make him forget. But even if tricking were still an option, he would have remained there, kneeling on the floor. He couldn't move. He had to know.
Finally, Justin spoke. His voice barely rose above a whisper. "Brian, I've loved you since before we met or, rather, since before we encountered each other again. (Brian released a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding) Since your shadow first entered my dreams, your chestnut hair, your hazel eyes, and your scent haunting me. (in a trembling voice) I love you, Brian, and I feel sure that I always will…"
Brian felt as though a weight had been lifted. The cold ache, the emptiness, that had lodged in his chest since the bashing disappeared. Brian was uncertain what to do. How to respond. But when Justin smiled brightly, as though a reflex, he pulled Justin close and kissed his forehead tenderly. He could barely speak, managing to utter but a single word, "Kitten…"
Justin purred, "Yes, I am your Kitten," spun around, and rubbed his ass against Brian's cock. It hardened almost immediately. Everything after that was a blur.
In short order, Brian found his cock sheathed and inside Justin. He gripped the boy's hips firmly and thrust into him, but slowly. He wanted this moment to last as long as possible. For the first time in his entire life, he felt completely at peace. Complete. Justin's words swam in his head, making him feel dizzy, but not nauseatingly so. That coupled with the tight wet heat surrounding his cock made Brian feel as though he were high on some incredible drug.
And he never wanted to come down.