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Graphic Number 3: "Wasting time"
Title: Wasting time
Author: pinkfriction
Timeline: post-513
Rating: G
Warnings, if any: None
Author's notes: Short and sweet. Thanks to stephmck for the beta
Graphic: 3 by not_yet_defined




“It’s only time,” I had told him.

It has been two months, three days, eleven hours, and nine minutes since Justin had done what I expected of him and gone off to New York.

We didn’t make any promises. No “keep in touch, I’ll call, I’ll write...” What was the point?

I will never admit it to anyone, but I regret letting him go, every second of every day.


I dream about him all the time. I will never let anyone know that either. I get on with my life. I go to work, I go out, I get high, I fuck.

But when I am on my own, like now, just before daylight comes and the rest of the world wakes, it is he who is in my thoughts.


I can still clearly picture the night we first met. How did that cocky little twink, with a grin on his lips and a glint in his eye, get to me like this?


I look at the clock - 3am. It’s Friday night, I should be out, in the backroom maybe, getting my cock sucked.

But instead I am here, wallowing deep in my memories of the only one who ever stole my heart.


I pick up the phone and dial the number.

The same number that I had nonchalantly asked Jennifer for when we were out looking at potential properties for the planned expansion of Kinnetik.


The phone rings and rings. I am on the verge of hanging up. Then “Hello”. I stop, the words catching in my throat.

The miles between us suddenly seem to shrink.

“Hello,” he says, more urgently this time, “Who is this?” A small moan escapes from my lips.

“Brian?” tentatively now, “Brian, is that you?”

“Yes,” I manage to get out, “Yes, it’s me.”

We both fall silent. I go to speak, to laugh it off as me being drunk, or stoned, or both. Then, “I miss you Brian.”

“I miss you too, Sunshine.” There, it’s out in the open now.

“I want you.”

“Me too.”

...

Two months, four days, twelve hours and seven minutes after he left, I am standing at the airport waiting for him.

I see him come through the gate and my heart stops, just for a second. “It’s only time,” I once told him.

As he sees me and his face lights up, I realize now that time is wasted without him by my side.