A moment like this
Title: A moment like this Timeline: Post 513 Warning: Scmoopy schmoopy schmoop. Unbetaed - written very very fast (like half an hour fast). Don't get annoyed about any silly mistakes. Disclaimer: Characters belong to Cowlip, more's the pity. A/N: Written especially for happier_bunny who wanted Brian needing Justin fic. Hope you like!
I’m working late. I always seem to be working late these days. It’s a combination of running my own agency, and missing him. There, I said it. I miss him.
It’s not that I don’t think I did the right thing - I always do the right thing, but sometimes I regret letting him go. Sure, I keep up with how he is doing, I’ve even been to see him in New York a few times. We fuck, we eat, we’ve even been known to lesbianic romantic shit like watch old movies together. But it isn’t the same as having him here, being able to touch him, and kiss him, lick him, suck him, fuck him whenever I want.
I turn off my computer and pick up my briefcase, briefly wondering what I am going to do with what is left of the day. Mikey is out of town, the Professor had some academic conference to attend in Australia and they’ve all gone for a month. I could go to Babylon, but more and more I leave the running of the place to my employees, and even I realize that it doesn’t look too good for the boss to be caught, quite literally, with his trousers down in the back room. At least not too often.
I head out of the door and make my way to my car. Even my car reminds me of him. The way he would blow me while I was driving, the look on his face when I got back from ‘Ibiza’.
I set off driving down the street. I suppose I’m heading home, but when I really look I’m heading for the airport. I keep on driving, my foot pressing harder on the gas pedal speeding up the car.
I pull into the airport parking lot and run into the terminal. Spying a desk with no line I stride over.
“I need to get on a flight to New York. Right now.”
“I’m sorry sir, we have a flight leaving in an hour but it’s all full.”
“You don’t understand,” I almost snarl at the woman at the desk. “It’s a matter of life or death. I NEED to get on that flight.”
The woman looks afraid of me. I almost feel sorry for having that effect on her, but right now my overwhelming desire to see him, to touch him, to hold him, is all that I can focus on.
“If you want to wait until we close check-in sir then I can see if we have any last-minute cancellations.”
“That will have to do.”
I hand over my credit card and she issues me with a stand-by ticket. I stand by the check-in desk. I must look like I’m crazy, trying to peer over the desk at the manifest. Thirty minutes has never felt so long.
Finally I am broken out of my reverie. “You’re in luck, Sir, we have one person who hasn’t turned up.”
I hand over my ticket and she issues me with a boarding pass. As I make my way to the gate I can hear a man arguing in the background “But I was only two minutes late...”
Two hours later and I hail a cab at La Guardia. I speed off the address of Justin’s apartment. Shit, I hope he’s in and not at some gallery opening. Or worse, I hope he’s not fucking someone else when I arrive.
I arrive at the apartment and throw money at the cab driver, not even bothering to count it. I ring the intercom and wait anxiously.
“Hello”
“Well are you going to let me in or do I have to stand out here and freeze to death?”
“Brian?”
I can hear the astonishment in his voice, and then the door buzzes open. I can hear clattering from above as I enter the lobby, then suddenly he launches upon me.
“You didn’t say you were coming!”
“I didn’t know, but I’m not leaving for a long time,” I whisper in his ear as I wrap my arms around him and kiss him deeply.