Here are the next three parts.

The Moment Before
By Rebel

Justin stood in the shower, washing away the smell of sex, booze, smoke, and men. Brian had gotten out a minute before, and was toweling his hair roughly.

Justin turned off the water, got out, and took the towel Brian handed him. “So, Babylon is a huge success, just like I said it would be.”

Brian took the towel and started drying Justin’s hair. “How did you like the VIP room?”

Justin grinned. “It was… fun.”

Brian smiled, kissed Justin’s still-damp hair, and tossed the towel on the counter. “Let’s go to bed.”

Justin bit his lip, and followed him.

The Moment
By Rebel

Brian was sprawled across Justin, almost asleep, when Justin sighed.

Brian contemplated ignoring it, but sometimes it was easier to talk to a freshly-fucked, half-asleep Justin than a wide-awake, fully-clothed Justin.

He lifted his head and an eyebrow.

“I was thinking about that puppy…”

Brian put his head back down. “We’ve had this discussion.”

Which was clearly the wrong thing to say, because Justin pushed him off and got out of bed.

Brian sat up. “Where are you storming off to? You live here.”

Justin yanked his sweater over his head. “I know.” And he walked out of the bedroom.

The Moment After
By Rebel

Brian didn’t follow him. Justin didn’t expect him to.

Justin sat on the front stairs. Only a few cars drove down the dark street. He didn’t think about anything, really. He just sat there.

Brian was lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, wishing he wasn’t thinking at all, instead of thinking too much. Thinking how every time Justin said anything, it was about more than the words themselves. It was about all the things Justin wanted, or might want, or wanted to see if he wanted.

Marriage, Brian thought. And families. Violins, and roses, and picnics.

Picket fences.

Puppies.

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