Secrets Will Fade
Chapter 3
Britian
Brian blinked as he continued the six-hour drive from New York to West Virginia. He was taking Justin home to Britin where he would recover. Justin rolled his head and looked at Brian sleepily "You know it's going to be like when I got hurt the first time, right? I'm not going to be comfortable with the others for a while." He whispered looking down and sighing," Why must this always happen to me? Why can I never get a break from all this fucking shit? I just want a normal nonviolent life." He whispered the last word and grunted rubbing his bruised chest.
"Fuck Sunshine be careful" Brian hissed slowing the car down to make sure he was alright. Brian grabbed Justin's hand with his free one and looked back at the dark road. "It's going to be okay Sunshine. I am going to take you home and get you into that nice warm bed. I'm going to make it better and in time you will be your normal bubbly, cocky, stubborn- self." Brian smirked as Justin laughed then let out a weak, painful "Ow" as he started to cough and grunted in discomfort as he was able to get control over his breath. Justin slid closer to Brian and rested his head on his shoulder. "Thank you for coming to me. "Justin muttered into his neck and began to relax letting sleep take him again.
The trip was slow going and the endless road seemed maddening. That and being left alone with his thoughts. He rested his head against Justins which was resting on his shoulder. He wasn't letting him go this time. He would do anything and be anything Justin needed. But he could remember why Justin had called the wedding off in the first place. Brian had not been himself. He vowed silently to himself that he would remain the man that Justin loved while he also gave him everything he could ever need.
The car was quiet as he continued to drive. After a while he turned the radio on just so there was another sound other than his and Justin's breathing. He made sure to keep the volume low. Even hurt and injured Justin still looked like an angel to him. He thanked God that he had had the strength to run into that hospital room. And thanking God was not something that he often did, if ever. The last time Justin had needed him he had sat outside the room, fingering a white blood-soaked sash. There was no question this time. His boy needed him, and he was going to rise to the occasion.
He heard Justin moan in his sleep and Brian reached his hand out and soothed him by gently stroking his thigh. He pulled this car off on a shoulder of the highway and turned to tend to Justin. He didn't wake him up, only wrapped him in his arms and held him, rocking him until the moans quieted into whimpers, then back to light snores. He looked at his boy and was content that he was fine for he pulled off the shoulder and back onto the highway. They would be home soon. And soon he would have Justin in bed sleeping, keeping one hand on Justin's leg, as much for Justin as himself. He kept feeling like this was some sick twisted dream that he was going to wake up from.
They crossed the border into West Virgina and Brian let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding. And he had to pull over again. This time for himself, as it all finally sank in. Justin was back. Justin was home. JUSTIN WAS HURT...AGAIN. He growled and wanted to take his sudden anger and pain about that out on his steering wheel, but he took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Justin was home now, and Brian wouldn't let anyone hurt his partner. He put his head back and tried to get himself reoriented. After about five minutes he pulled off onto the highway again. They were maybe thirty to forty-five minutes away from home.
He honestly didn't know if he should expect Micheal and the others at home or not. Part of him wanted them there, another part wanted to be alone with Justin and take care of him. He wanted the sole, he wanted to reacquaint himself with the only person that he ever considered to be his soul mate. But help from the others would be nice too. He shrugged to himself and dropped it. Either way would work. It didn't really matter anymore. All that mattered was that Justin was safe and that he was home and would never, ever be leaving again.
Brian smiled small at his thoughts. Yes, Justin would not live away from him again. He pulled the car up into the drive and wasn't surprised when Linds and Gus came out hand in hand to help. He reached down by his seat and popped the trunk so they could get all the supplies needed for Justin's after care and his luggage out of his trunk. She nodded her head and together she and his son went to grab everything while he shut the car off and climbed out of it. He made his way off to Justin's side and carefully pulled him out of the car, cradling him in his arms. Gus looked up at his Daddies. " What's wrong with Papa? "He asked in such a delicate scared rested her hand gently on top of his head and said, "He got really hurt honey, so daddy brought him home so he could be taken care of. "Gus looked down and smiled," he nodded at the answer given to him. "Okay?" he whispered then carried the stuff inside.
Linds looked at Justin with tears in her eyes as she made to open the door for Brian. However, they were beaten to the bunch as Deb pulled the door open and gasped at the sight of Justin. "Jesus Sunshine! Quick let's get him in and up to bed!"
"Deb keep quiet! " Brian hissed, looking at her. "I don't want him waking up, he finally fell asleep in the car." He looked at her irritation marking every feature.
She pursed her lips and had the grace to look slightly embarrassed at her outburst. Brian was annoyed that she had raised her voice, but he also knew that Debbie loved Justin like a son and was only very worried. He shook his head and dropped to kiss onto her cheek to reassure her at least somewhat that he wasn't too angry with her. After all, she was like a mama to him too.
He slowly and carefully carried Justin up the stairs to the master suite as Lindsey, Debbie and Gus followed quietly behind him. He took each step carefully and made sure not to jostle Sunshine as much as possible and not to run into Gus. When he finally got to the landing, he made his way down the hallway and came to stop in front of their door. He turned and looked pointedly at Lindsey, who was holding Gus' hand as he looked up at his Daddies.
"Well. Open the door." He hissed out, afraid to raise his voice too high. She nodded and dropped her baby's hand before she went to the door and pushed it open and stood back out of the way. He carried him over the threshold and into the room, just like he should have a while ago. But had never been given the chance to due to them changing too much. He carefully laid Justin down on the bed and silently went about undressing him until he was only left in his natural skin. They always did like to sleep naked. He pulled the blankets up over him and put his head onto the pillow. He bent down and pressed a kiss to his lips before he and his two favorite girls made their way out of the room.