Justin Taylor (jstn_sunshine) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2015-06-18 23:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, james, justin taylor |
Who: Justin Taylor and James
When: Backdated: Late March
Where: A Club
What: Justin is still coping with his breakup
Rating/Warnings: Mostly Family Friendly
Status: Complete
Justin had been miserable since Billy had left and had been spending any time that he wasn’t at work out at bars or clubs. He wasn’t drinking quite as much as he had been that first weekend, but he still trying to drown his sorrows. He missed Billy and hated that it had come to this, but he knew that there was nothing he could do about it aside drink to try and forget how much it hurt.
Tonight, Justin had decided to hit up a gay club not too far from his apartment and was on his second drink, contemplating rather or not he wanted to dance. Normally, when Justin went clubbing he was on the dance floor most of the night, but he hadn’t felt much like dancing lately.
James sat at home thumbing through a magazine. He was bored. There was nothing on TV, and this wasn’t catching his attention, which had been really short lately. He looked at his phone for texts - big fat nothing. He frowned at the screen. It had been months since Piers had left. He had thrown himself into his work, and that kept him going for quite awhile. It also kept him from really dealing with the loss. It was all starting to catch up to him though, and it hurt.
He tossed the magazine on the coffee table and went to the closet to find some clothes. He could go out. He could meet people, socialize. He wasn’t going to get anywhere by sitting around thinking about what he didn’t have anymore. He picked out a nice pair of jeans, dressing it up with a buttoned shirt. He tried a scarf, but then took it off again, repeating the process one more time. He opted to leave it off, and picked up his keys. He wasn’t going to question it, he was going to keep going tonight.
It occurred to him as he walked out of his first club a half hour later, that he didn’t really know which clubs were good. The first one was full of straight couples. He definitely wasn’t going for that. The second one was a lucky hit. Men walked by holding hands on their way to dance. He found his way to the bar. He was about to order when he saw Justin, who looked about as ready to party as James felt.
“Hey, what’s up?” he asked, taking the stool next to the blond hoping he didn’t look terribly out of place.
Justin hadn’t really expected to run into anyone he knew tonight, so seeing James was a bit of a surprise and it took him a moment before he responded, “Hey. Not much.” He took a sip of his drink, contemplating downing it completely, but set it back down on the bartop, about a quarter full, “How about you?” With anyone else Justin wouldn’t be sitting there making small talk, but James was a friend so it was a little different.
James was really glad he knew somebody in this place. He wasn’t sure what he would have done otherwise, probably just ordered a drink and then left. Instead, he ordered a drink, intending to hang in there a bit longer. “Nothing really. I was bored. I’m not really sure about the club scene. There are so many people.” He didn’t have anything against people, but all the noises, and the whole inspecting people like meat was not something that appealed to him.
He couldn’t help but notice that Justin was alone, and that was the second time he had seen him like that. He debated asking about it, but it was a pretty personal question, and a very hard one to ask. He settled for something a little easier. “What brings you out here?”
Justin listened as James spoke, staring at his drink until the other man asked why he was there. Fingers wrapped around the glass, he lifted it, blue eyes looking past the rim of the glass, towards the dancefloor before he spoke, “Billy left.” He downed the rest of his drink and set it down on the bar before getting the bartender’s attention to get another one without elaborating on what he’d just told James.
James wasn’t that surprised by the answer, maybe because he had already seen Justin alone, or because his situation mimicked James’ - at least in the whole alone and out in a club part. “I’m sorry,” he offered, nodding in understanding. “I know how you feel, not that it makes it easier. Piers left awhile ago. His family had some issues, but then he decided to stay.” There was nothing he could really do about that. “This is the first time I’ve really been out since. I have no idea what I am doing.”
“At least Piers left for his family,” Justin picked up his new drink as it was set down on the bar and took a sip. Part of him wanted to down the whole thing, but he’d been drunk too often lately. “How long ago did he leave again?” It had been awhile from what Justin remembered, “Does it still hurt?”
“He decided to stay though. If he wanted to come back, he would have,” James admitted, or at least that was how he saw it. He took a longer drink. It really didn’t take much to get him a little tipsy. It was the advantage of being a lightweight, or maybe a disadvantage. “He left before Christmas, and yeah, it does. It’s kind of why I’m here.” From the way Justin looked, he felt the same way. It hurt a lot. He put a hand on Justin’s shoulder. “I know where you are at, believe me.”
“Maybe we’re just not meant for love.” Justin had dated guys before, but never anyone as serious as he was with Billy. His longest relationship before Billy had been two or three months and they’d never said the L word or lived together. He’d thought that Billy was going to be different. “Have you talked to him since he left?”
James was also new to the serious relationships, but he liked it. He had fallen into it quickly, enjoying the sharing of space, and the closeness. “Maybe,” he said, taking a long drink. “We used to talk a lot, then it slowed down, and then - we were this. I should have known it was coming.” It was the frustration of not really knowing why that got to him. That hurt a lot.
“However, after months of misery, or just burying myself in work, I need to get back to - something.” He needed to pull himself out of this, that was for sure. The world of depression wasn’t a good place to be. He put on a smile. It was a little forced, but there was some determination behind the words. “Maybe we both need that.”
Justin nodded. He knew what James was saying was true, but at the same time, it seemed easier said than done. How was he supposed to move on from this? It didn’t seem like something that could actually be done. “Maybe, but that’s gonna take some time for me. Good luck though.” He downed the rest of his drink and contemplated ordering another one, but instead stood up, a little unsteady, “Wanna dance?”
“It will. Time. I hate that whole phrase, but it’s true.” It takes time. Be patient. He hated all of those things, as well as time heals. “We’ll be alright. If everyone stayed with their first loves, we’d be married at 16 and divorce lawyers wouldn’t exist.” He smiled bigger this time. “Yeah, let’s dance. I like that.”
Justin didn’t want to think about time and first loves right now. Right now he wanted to get lost on the dance floor with James and not think about anything else. Wrapping his fingers around James’ wrist, he pulled him out onto the dance floor with him, his body moving to the beat of the music almost instantly. Being drunk meant that his movements were looser than usual and he danced with abandon, wrapping his arms around James’ neck and pulling him close.
James didn’t dance that often, but he could. He was decent enough to not make a fool of himself. He was a little surprised when he felt Justin’s arms, but went with it. They felt good. His own arms went to the man’s waist. He really had great hips, and a really cute ass. He had missed any sort of closeness. He could just get lost like this. There was no sense in being alone anyway - not tonight.
Justin didn’t usually worry about how he looked when he was dancing, because he enjoyed it and wasn’t going to let any insecurities get in the way of what he liked to do. As the music continued above them, Justin continued dancing, his body moving against James’, one hand sliding down from around his neck to glide down his chest.
There he was, just moving to the music, beginning to move on. James enjoyed where he was right now. He wanted the touch, needed it in fact. He hadn’t really known how much until there was a hand on his chest, and he was returning the same. “For the record, your ex was a fool to walk away.” He was speaking about both of them really. “You are both good looking and talented.” He most definitely noticed.
Justin smiled at the compliments from James and he bent his head in till his lips were inches away from James’ ear, “Yours too.” Justin’s hand eventually reached James’ stomach, his fingers inching under the hem to brush against the warm skin on his stomach.
The movement across his stomach, caused his eyes to close. It felt good. This was what good felt like. His eyes cracked open, finding himself staring at Justin’s mouth. He had this amazing smile, but even when he wasn’t, those lips were just perfect. There wasn’t much he could have done to prevent himself from leaning down and kissing him. The first touch was light and questioning, but it deepened into something hungry and wanting.
Justin didn’t hesitate as he kissed James back, his hand sliding fully under James’ shirt for a moment before he brought it back up to cup the back of the brunette’s head to deepen the kiss, his tongue pressing against James’ lips, seeking entrance as he pressed his hips closer at the same time. He needed this closeness after so long without it and while it would have been better if it was Billy, he wasn’t about to push James away.
He might have been shy, but James knew what he was doing now, maybe not as much as Justin did. The blond had magic hands, enough to make him sigh into the kiss. He wanted more of that. He wanted more of those lips, and those hips. He wanted to just not be alone in a big empty bed, waiting to make himself coffee in the morning. “Want to go some where?” he asked, mumbling against those lips. That was really all he could think about at the moment, and he wasn’t willing to consider consequences.
“My place is close,” Justin said, kissing James again before he grabbed the front of the brunette’s shirt and started dragging him off the dance floor. He didn’t feel quite as drunk as he had been when they had first started dancing, but that didn’t change the fact that he wanted this. He needed to feel close to someone and the fact that he knew James made it better. Not to mention, he had alcohol there, if they wanted another drink by the time they got there.