Challenge #40 Sentence prompt Title: Busted Author: Vamphile Condom(s): Five to Justin, One to Brian
Busted
Brian flicked his cigarette out the window, spit away from the wind and rolled the window back up. He ignored Justin’s sounds of disgust and the beginning of his lecture on small carbon footprints and turned up the radio. He cursed when he saw blue lights in his rearview mirror and studiously avoided Justin’s smug smile. He might get a ticket for littering, but strangling a twink probably came with a much heftier fine.
As the officer approached the ‘vette Brian belatedly realized that Justin had a half ounce of chronic and a dozen tabs of E with him. Shit.
Two An hour later they were arguing over whom to call. Brian wanted to call Ted, who’d find them a nice discreet lawyer. Justin wanted to call Horvath, who might be able to make this go away. In the end, they called both. Horvath showed up before the lawyer. Brian was pissed. Horvath had brought Debbie. Bail had been posted and Brian didn’t even want to think about what they’d done to his car, or what was gong to cost him. He also tried to avoid Debbie's hand but she managed to nail him in the back of the head anyway.
Three On the road again, headed towards New York, Brian looked over at Justin. “You okay?”
“Yeah, I don’t really think a minor possession charge is going to interfere with my art career.”
“You could have hidden the shit under the seat.”
“And let you take the wrap? Yeah, that sounds just like me. You know, if you trusted me to score my own shit, this wouldn’t have happened.”
“And when I get a call from the hospital because it was cut with something nasty…”
Justin sighed. “This is a really old argument.”
Brian nodded, “there is a solution, you know.”
Four Justin fiddled with his seatbelt. Then with the radio, then he moved on to the zipper of his jacket. Brian finally put out a hand to stop him. “It’s okay. You’ll come back when you’re ready.”
“I am.”
Brian turned to look at him. “You are what?”
“Ready. I was going to tell you when we got back to my place… which is actually not my place. I sublet it.”
Brian swerved just in time to avoid hitting the car in the other lane. He pulled onto the shoulder. Took the keys out of the ignition and faced Justin. “What?”
Five “I’m coming home.”
“What?”
“Unless you don’t want me.”
“You’re coming…”
“Home. It’s been two and a half years and you know it’s time. I know it’s time, and getting arrested on the way back to New York is just another fucking sign that it’s time goddammit.”
Brian nodded.
Justin laughed. “You look… scared.”
Brian smiled. “Stunned. Not scared. Why didn’t you tell me before I drove all the way to New York?”
“I wanted us to fuck there, one more time.
“We’ll be in New York again”
“But in a hotel.”
Brian pinched the bridge of his nose. “Fuck.”
Six Brian, what’s wrong?
Brian shook his head and pulled a sheaf of folded papers from the glove compartment and tossed them onto Justin’s lap. Justin read them, his face showing his disbelief and amusement. “You bought a place in New York.”
“It’s small.”
Justin raised an eyebrow.
“Smallish just enough space for you, your studio, and you know, me when I come to see you.”
Justin laughed. “Well, I guess we can sell it.”
Brian shook his head. “You’ll need to go back to New York occasionally, this way, we don’t need a hotel.”