It is great to read Justin having zany, silly dreams instead of nightmares.
So many beautiful lines in this fic: “So what are you waiting for?”
Good question. What was he waiting for? It had been two years since Justin had moved to New York. Two years in which Brian had waited to see what would happen. It had become increasingly clear, that Justin wasn’t leaving anytime soon. And Brian didn’t want Justin to leave anytime soon - he was just now getting his sea legs. Brian couldn’t wait to watch him sail.
When Brian didn’t reply, Justin squeezed his hand and said, “No time like the present. That’s my philosophy.”
All that empty space, and he’d be damned if he’d allow himself to think of all the wasted time. He turned to look at Justin, just visible in the pale darkness. Sleeping alone. Waiting for him.
Stubbing out his cigarette, he looked out at the city one more time. Far above, a plane flew from east to west until it disappeared from sight. How high did you have to go before you could see the curve of the earth? He’d know in a few hours, he thought bitterly.
He went to the bathroom and washed his face then got into bed, gathering Justin to him, smelling soap and salt and clean and his.
No time like the present, Justin had said. Maybe it was time for a change in philosophy.