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TWO HEARTS - TWO SOULS
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#1 - First Night
He was nervous and his hands were sweaty. As he walked down the street, Justin tried to act cool, but he was sure his racing heart was beating so loud that everyone around him could hear. He tried to walk "the walk" up to the light post and hoped he wouldn’t be called out for the virgin he was. He leaned his head against the cold, hard metal of the pole and kept his eyes open, hoping someone beautiful would come his way.
"Had a busy night?" the brunette asked as he stopped in front of him, raising an eyebrow.
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#2 – Playtime
Justin had power. He knew it and he loved it. Even though Brian behaved like the one in charge, Justin could turn that around and have Brian at his heels, demanding sex; begging words would never come out of his mouth.
The moment Justin bit the condom wrapper in Woody’s, Brian was lost. There would be no other men that night. Only a young, blond twink with lips made for kissing and a perfect ass.
Michael called Justin, "adopt-a-trick," but he didn’t know that Justin had never been a trick. Tricks fucked and left; lovers fucked and stayed. Justin stayed.
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#3 – Perfect Match
Brian and Justin understood one another. Brian needed someone to see through his bullshit, and Justin needed someone to enlighten him in the ways of the world.
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"I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest. It's efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit."
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"Brian, I’m the most mature person you know…. Being mean to me has never really worked." Justin tenderly kissed his way up Brian’s neck.
He turned to look at the blond, frowning. "What are you doing?"
"I’m killing you with kindness."
Brian had no response.
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#4 – Fucking
It was needy. It was carnal. It was their communication. Nothing spoke clearer than a cock ramming up a tight ass. Over and over… and over again. Grunts. Moans. Pleasure. Each thrust spoke the words, "Never leave." "Stay." "I need you." Every worry from their lives was pushed into the deep abysses of their minds when they connected in such a primal way. So slick. So tight. So smooth. So good. Speeding up and slowing down, taking one another to the brink and backing off. Delayed gratification. Finally, unable to hold back and finally falling over the edge of bliss.
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#5 – Afterglow
Their minds are blank except for the shockwaves of pleasure still coursing through their bodies. Brian reaches over to light a cigarette. He usually makes a comment like, "Amazing!" or "That was fuckin’ hot." and exhaling smoke in the process. Justin basks in the afterglow, satiated for the moment, but knowing that he’ll soon be ready to have Brian fuck him again. This thought glides through his brain even as it begins to shut down and prepare for sleep. There is no peace like that of having every thought, concern, and worry fucked out of him. Justin loves the afterglow.
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#6 – Fighting
It started out as a simple disagreement. They had remained relatively calm for a few minutes. When Brian finally started talking he was terse, but it had escalated quickly.
"I asked you two times to pick it up at the store while you were out! What the fuck am I going to drink in the morning?" Brian yelled.
Justin was fuming. It wasn’t his fault that he’d had to work later than he expected. "I don’t care what you drink!" he yelled back. "How many times have I asked you to do something for me and then you completely forgot?"
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#7 – Making a Connection
"I’m sorry. Okay?"
Brian tossed back the glass of Beam he’d poured.
"And don’t tell me 'sorry is bullshit'. I have to say it."
Brian turned away from Justin. Before he could walk away, Justin caught his arm from behind.
"It won’t happen again. I promise."
Brian pulled Justin towards him until their lips met. Breaking away he said, "Don’t make promises you can’t keep."
Justin grinned. "Fine. I’ll try better next time."
Wrapping his arms around Justin’s body, Brian held him close and whispered, "You’d better do more than try, you little shit."
Justin pushed him away, smiling. "Fucker."
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#8 – Fear
It was a cold, gnawing pain. Fear tried to claw his heart open and make him bleed. As he stepped out of the car and entered the scene of horror, he could not catch his breath. Bloody, blackened faces stared at his with blank eyes devoid of hope. He had to search for the one person who’d always been his lifeline. He walked through the wreckage of fallen beams and smoke and debris, and called out. Then he saw him, stumbling, almost falling. Brian wrapped his arms around the slight frame and held on. He was never letting go again.
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#9 – Looking to the Future
"Exquisite."
Justin beamed up at Brian with that single word of praise, knowing he meant it. "Thanks," he said, blushing.
"I want to buy it."
"Brian…"
Brian tried to avoid Justin’s stare. He could practically feel Justin’s eyes boring into him and risked a sideways glance to see Justin’s inquisitive look. The rest of the gallery faded away in that look.
"It’s a part of you. I don’t want it to go to someone who won’t appreciate it." The 'as much as I will,' was left unspoken.
Justin slipped his hand into Brian’s, turning back to look at the painting.
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#10 – Forever
Neither Brian nor Justin ever imagined they’d be here in this moment, dressed in tuxes and wearing matching smiles. People say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony, but in this case, that wasn’t a problem.
They walked down the aisle together. Brian almost gagged from the romantic nature of the whole thing. The only thing keeping him in check was knowing that once he exited the room, Justin’s ass was his; the bed in their rented condo in Jamaica was waiting.
Justin stared at Brian, "I do."
"I fuckin’ do, too," Brian replied.
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Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.
~ Friedrich Halm
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
~*~ fin ~*~
Original poster: _alicesprings
Title: Two Hearts – Two Souls – Ten Parts
Written By: beathen
Timeline: Season 1-5
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Goes AU with drabble #6. (Season 5 haters will love it.)
Summary: A series of 10 drabbles highlighting the ups and downs between Brian and Justin throughout the years.
Author Notes: Many thanks to a wonderful and awesome beta, besame_bj ♥
Inspired By Icon: various – see each section.
He was nervous and his hands were sweaty. As he walked down the street, Justin tried to act cool, but he was sure his racing heart was beating so loud that everyone around him could hear. He tried to walk "the walk" up to the light post and hoped he wouldn’t be called out for the virgin he was. He leaned his head against the cold, hard metal of the pole and kept his eyes open, hoping someone beautiful would come his way.
"Had a busy night?" the brunette asked as he stopped in front of him, raising an eyebrow.
Justin had power. He knew it and he loved it. Even though Brian behaved like the one in charge, Justin could turn that around and have Brian at his heels, demanding sex; begging words would never come out of his mouth.
The moment Justin bit the condom wrapper in Woody’s, Brian was lost. There would be no other men that night. Only a young, blond twink with lips made for kissing and a perfect ass.
Michael called Justin, "adopt-a-trick," but he didn’t know that Justin had never been a trick. Tricks fucked and left; lovers fucked and stayed. Justin stayed.
Brian and Justin understood one another. Brian needed someone to see through his bullshit, and Justin needed someone to enlighten him in the ways of the world.
~
"I don't believe in love. I believe in fucking. It's honest. It's efficient. You get in and out with a maximum of pleasure and a minimum of bullshit."
~
"Brian, I’m the most mature person you know…. Being mean to me has never really worked." Justin tenderly kissed his way up Brian’s neck.
He turned to look at the blond, frowning. "What are you doing?"
"I’m killing you with kindness."
Brian had no response.
It was needy. It was carnal. It was their communication. Nothing spoke clearer than a cock ramming up a tight ass. Over and over… and over again. Grunts. Moans. Pleasure. Each thrust spoke the words, "Never leave." "Stay." "I need you." Every worry from their lives was pushed into the deep abysses of their minds when they connected in such a primal way. So slick. So tight. So smooth. So good. Speeding up and slowing down, taking one another to the brink and backing off. Delayed gratification. Finally, unable to hold back and finally falling over the edge of bliss.
Their minds are blank except for the shockwaves of pleasure still coursing through their bodies. Brian reaches over to light a cigarette. He usually makes a comment like, "Amazing!" or "That was fuckin’ hot." and exhaling smoke in the process. Justin basks in the afterglow, satiated for the moment, but knowing that he’ll soon be ready to have Brian fuck him again. This thought glides through his brain even as it begins to shut down and prepare for sleep. There is no peace like that of having every thought, concern, and worry fucked out of him. Justin loves the afterglow.
It started out as a simple disagreement. They had remained relatively calm for a few minutes. When Brian finally started talking he was terse, but it had escalated quickly.
"I asked you two times to pick it up at the store while you were out! What the fuck am I going to drink in the morning?" Brian yelled.
Justin was fuming. It wasn’t his fault that he’d had to work later than he expected. "I don’t care what you drink!" he yelled back. "How many times have I asked you to do something for me and then you completely forgot?"
"I’m sorry. Okay?"
Brian tossed back the glass of Beam he’d poured.
"And don’t tell me 'sorry is bullshit'. I have to say it."
Brian turned away from Justin. Before he could walk away, Justin caught his arm from behind.
"It won’t happen again. I promise."
Brian pulled Justin towards him until their lips met. Breaking away he said, "Don’t make promises you can’t keep."
Justin grinned. "Fine. I’ll try better next time."
Wrapping his arms around Justin’s body, Brian held him close and whispered, "You’d better do more than try, you little shit."
Justin pushed him away, smiling. "Fucker."
It was a cold, gnawing pain. Fear tried to claw his heart open and make him bleed. As he stepped out of the car and entered the scene of horror, he could not catch his breath. Bloody, blackened faces stared at his with blank eyes devoid of hope. He had to search for the one person who’d always been his lifeline. He walked through the wreckage of fallen beams and smoke and debris, and called out. Then he saw him, stumbling, almost falling. Brian wrapped his arms around the slight frame and held on. He was never letting go again.
"Exquisite."
Justin beamed up at Brian with that single word of praise, knowing he meant it. "Thanks," he said, blushing.
"I want to buy it."
"Brian…"
Brian tried to avoid Justin’s stare. He could practically feel Justin’s eyes boring into him and risked a sideways glance to see Justin’s inquisitive look. The rest of the gallery faded away in that look.
"It’s a part of you. I don’t want it to go to someone who won’t appreciate it." The 'as much as I will,' was left unspoken.
Justin slipped his hand into Brian’s, turning back to look at the painting.
Neither Brian nor Justin ever imagined they’d be here in this moment, dressed in tuxes and wearing matching smiles. People say it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the ceremony, but in this case, that wasn’t a problem.
They walked down the aisle together. Brian almost gagged from the romantic nature of the whole thing. The only thing keeping him in check was knowing that once he exited the room, Justin’s ass was his; the bed in their rented condo in Jamaica was waiting.
Justin stared at Brian, "I do."
"I fuckin’ do, too," Brian replied.
~ Friedrich Halm
Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
~ Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
~*~ fin ~*~