*Challenge #71, Pride* Title: One Step Forward Notes: This is love porn. For dirtylttlescret, who coined that sweet little phrase. Sort of a third part to the Emmett/Justin drabbles I wrote earlier. No beta...you can probably tell! And the condom goes to: Brian Kinney
When Michael left, Brian went to Justin, pulling him close. He didn’t say another word. Time enough for that later. Justin wouldn’t have heard him anyway, he was too upset. Brian stroked his hair, willing him to relax.
Justin was frustrated, angry. One step forward, two steps back. He felt like he’d never be whole again, that every little thing turned him into a stupid, frightened boy. Tears he’d been holding back since he saw Chris finally flowed.
Yet Brian just kept holding him; now whispering quietly -- meaningless words intended to soothe. He rubbed Justin’s hand, and eventually, Justin relaxed.