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The Diner - 11:04am
Trying to keep up with the conversation he had going with Emmett, Michael could feel the stare that had been on them since they had come to the diner thirty minutes ago. Giving up with a loud exhale of breath he flicked at the newspaper that was being held up across the table with his finger. "Why don't you go put Justin out of his misery?"
Keeping the newspaper directly in front of his face, Brian skimmed the rest of the article before he answered. "What are you complaining about?"
Wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin Emmett smirked while studying Justin who was trying to be covert with his glances toward their table. "He sure is cute. Kinda like a gay man's very own Lolita...I guess I'm not old enough for him," he hid his smile as Brian curved his newspaper down to reveal his bland stare.
"I'm trying to eat. Go fuck him in the bathroom already."
Brian took a sip of his coffee and then responded, "You're seeing things Mikey."
Michael dropped his fork and narrowed his eyes. "You've had him already, haven't you?"
"Michael, sweetie, they haven't fucked yet. Look at the clues. Brian is sitting here face blank, nonchalant. Which is really nothing new. While Justin is acting like he's in heat." Emmett clapped his hands together. "You threw him a bone didn't you? Or should I say a boner! Come on what did you do to encourage him? Hand job? Blowjob?"
"Emmett why don't you ever pick up anything useful...like Trench mouth?"
"You never give a girl any gossip!" he huffed. "Fine. Change of subject. Justin!" Emmett called out. "Sweetie, what do you think about a guy with a navel piercing?"
"Hang on a second," Justin zipped by Emmett to a table near the front window. On the approach he heard "Why did you even bring me here? Christ do you know what part of town this is?" and the reply "Yeah so what, at least here I know none of your loser friends will get in the middle of this. Now, I want my money." A bit troubled by the last statement, Justin almost dropped the coffee cup and plate of food he was about to set in front of the men the voices belonged to. They looked up, gave him the once over, then dismissed him with a "Get Lost."
Leaving as instructed he glanced back once with a worried expression before focusing his attention on Emmett. He called out while walking behind the counter. "Well do you have any inny or an outtie?" Emmett stood and raised his shirt. The sight of uncovered skin started off a round of catcalls. Basking in the attention Emmett gave a little wave and lifted his shirt higher. Michael and Brian both rolled their eyes in sync and went back to their distractions. Laughing, Justin grabbed a coffee pot and went to their booth. He filled their cups. "Honestly I don't think you'd have a problem, it'll look hot."
Emmett sat back down. "I wonder if it'll hurt."
Justin shrugged, "Well it depends on your tolerance of pain."
Flipping to the next page in his newspaper, Brian tried to control his laughter, "Oh, he has a high tolerance alright."
Emmett stared at Brian, no amusement visible on his face. "Look I only got that dildo up their once, the doctor said I was lucky things didn't tear more than they did." Looking back to Justin, "You would think people would be more sympathetic to someone having to learn by their sexual mistakes."
"I don't think Brian's had any 'sexual mistakes'," Justin set the coffee down and nudged at Brian's shoulder, indicating for him to slide over, which he did.
"Well don't be to sure there was this one time..." A sharp pain came to Michael's leg. Choking on a piece of toast he raised his eyes to find Brian frowning at him. Michael mumbled "long story, I'll tell you later," before looking away.
"Anyways, when I got pierced it didn't hurt..." Justin started.
Brian's head turned, interupting him quickly, "You don't have anything pierced."
"Yes I do, you just never found it that night in your jeep," he wiggled his eyebrows and got up quick, snatching the coffee pot while missing the tanned fingers swinging towards his ass.
Emmett's mouth hung open, "Okay back to the old subject! What's this about you two in a jeep?" Emmett and Michael both waited with rapt attention.
Justin pretended not to hear the biting,"You Fucker."
"Order up." He went and took another food-covered plate back to the booth at the front, also seeing if he could get them anything else. Met with, "Yeah, you the fuck out of here," he fought the urge to throw the food in the gruffer man's lap. Going back toward the counter he shrugged to Brian who had been watching the interchange.
"I should lend Justin that dildo so he can shove it up their asses, but I have to get going," Emmett pulled on his coat. "Michael if you pry any of that story out of Brian, call me ASAP." Wrapping his scarf around his throat he jokingly looked at Brian. "Brian I'd say its been fun but why lie. See ya's." Brian smirked, grabbed a fry off Michael's plate to throw it at Emmett's retreating back but popped it into his mouth instead. Michael started in again about him and Justin in the jeep.
"My lips are sealed, sorry Mikey."
"Yeah I'm really sure they were sealed that night too, but you have to give me something or Em will never let it drop."
Shouting caused both men and everyone else to turn their heads toward its cause. Deb turned from the cook, squinting a bit to see what was happening. "Hey, you two! Take it outside." she shouted. Completely ignoring her, the two men continued to argue. A glint of sunlight shining off of something metal; it didn't register with anyone until the man pulled the gun out more, it now completely visible. Thrusting it toward the other man, who reached out to grab onto it. The two stumbled around, arms intertwining.
Someone cried "Gun," and the whole diner made a dive toward the floor. Michael ducked underneath the table while Brian still seated, bent down, his upper body lying against the booth's seat. Making eye contact with Michael he tried to assure him without saying anything that things would be okay.
Raising his head the same time the gun went off, Brian flinched.
He thought he saw Justin duck at that same moment, but that would be foolish. Why wouldn't he have gone down when everyone else did?
Under the table Michael had jumped toward Brian and now had his arm in a vicelike grip.
Shocked and startled that the gun had gone off, the two strangers stopped their struggling. Unsure of who pulled the trigger, they both looked around and then ran out quickly.
"Mikey?" Brian pulled his arm, but Michael still hung on. His fingers digging into Brian's flesh "Michael! Let the fuck go!" he yanked his arm again, Michael not letting go until the last minute. The momentum had Brian's arm slamming into the back of the seat. "Fuck!"
"Brian, you all right?" he heard Deb asking frantically.
"Yeah just fine," he offered through gritted teeth, beginning to rub his elbow as Michael climbed up off the floor.
Raising herself from behind the counter in front of the chef's window Deb peered over the edge. She had heard the tinkling of the bells knowing the men had fled.
"Ma, are you okay?" Michael asked, starting to exit the booth until she waved to him.
"Yeah I'm fine, fine...crazy assholes," she surveyed the diner. Everyone seemed shaken but all right non-the-less.
A quick intake of breath from behind the counter averted her eyes. "Sunshine?" she whispered, not having to see but somehow already knowing. She rushed around the rest of the counter, moving only a couple of steps. Her eyes tearing up immediately, her lips parting in shock.
"No!" she breathed heavily, grabbing a dishtowel and falling to her knees behind Justin.
Justin lay there, slightly shaking, breath irregular, trying to assure himself he was fine, that his fingers, which were pressing into his stomach, weren't warm or wet. That the substance he could somewhat see while lying on his side wasn't red, wasn't pooling on the floor and wasn't his. Deb's voice came to him and the reality of the situation found him down behind that counter, on the dirty tiling. He gripped his stomach tighter, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain.
Deb placed her hands on his shoulder, gently rolling him onto his back. "Sunshine?" she moved his hands a bit and pushed the rag over the blood that covered his shirt and the hole it was spilling out of.
Justin opened his eyes again, blinking them. Tears began slipping out to disappear into his hairline. Breathing in a shaky breath he gave Deb a weak smile. "I always told my dad I'd be bad at sports," Justin paused to push through the pain with a grimace. "I was always uncoordinated, shit reflexes, guess this proves it," his lips trembled.
Not knowing what else to do she brushed the blond hair off his forehead and whispered to him. "Try not to talk," her eyes were burning with tears as she called out, "Someone call an ambulance!"
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Brian pulled at his tie, which felt strangling all of a sudden. Hearing Deb he turned his eyes to the counter thinking she was hurt but found a sneaker that was vertical and partially hidden by the bottom of the counter. Out of his seat in a second, he half heard Deb's "It's going to be okay sweetie." before he was stepping off to the side of Justin, crouching down into the cramped lane. Deb looked up at him stricken and he placed a hand on her arm moving lower until he took over the task of keeping the wound covered.
"Justin?"
Hearing his name he struggled through the haze of pain and darkness and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Brian's eyes, a myriads of emotion, stared back at him. "Brian," Justin whispered, wanting to smile up at the man but his mouth just shaking instead.
With his free hand Brian thumbed at the tears that were on Justin's face. Feeling a tug somewhere inside of him, a small numbing tingle. Brians sight blacked out for a second before it came back.
What the fuck was that?
It felt like his mind was disconnecting and pulling toward something unknown. Righting itself back into place before he could give into it. But, give into what?
Taking hold of Brian's forearm Justin tried to speak but a finger slid over his lips. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay," Brian reassured.
"Where the fuck is that ambulance?" Deb asked.
"Brian...I just...I..."
Trying to quiet Justin's obvious distress, Brian took hold of the blond's free hand and laced their fingers, squeezing gently. Closing his eyes Justin had a hard time reopening them, his eyelids feeling weighted down. Finally locking eyes back with Brian he called out the man's name one last time, his gaze clear and determined.
Brian never heard anything as painfully beautiful as Justin's voice. Seeing the emotions in the blue eyes, a panic coursed through him, before he was assaulted with images from Justin's mind. Ever single encounter they had together and everything Justin had felt while seeing him or being with him. Sporadic thoughts ended and the tension returned. Something was terribly wrong and then Brian knew. Justin's gaze faltered and he looked away, somewhere beyond Brian's shoulder. His eyes still, seeing but then again not.
Justin's grip eased a bit, his fingers slipping to Brian's wrist, leaving bloody prints on his white button down. His watery blue eyes moved slowly to Deb, who was hovering above him, then back again to Brian. They were saying things back and forth to one another. Justin could see their lips moving but he couldn't really hear their voices. Closing his eyes he could feel his fingers loosening from around Brian's skin, having no energy to give more of an effort. Deb's panic filled words, Brian's breathing, all sounded far away and low toned.
"Damnit Justin!" Brian ripped the towel away from Justin's stomach. Pulling his shirt up, the wound gaped, blood pouring unblocked. A sound of anguish came from Brian's throat. Pressing his hand to the slippery skin Brian felt his mind trying to connect to something.
Realization struck.
He had felt this tingle before, long ago. When his father had beaten him and the pain had been too much, he would concentrate and these same feelings would pass through him. They were on the smaller level though than what was happening now. He cleared his thoughts and bent lower, his nose almost touching Justin's.
"Justin..." he whispered bringing his free hand up to skim across the pale cheek.
"Justin!" not harsh but more forceful, Brian knowing time was leaving them. "You have to look at me..." he waited. His voice softening, "Sunshine, you have to look at me."
Justin's lids fluttered, revealing slivers of his pained blue eyes. Brian applied more pressure and opened his mind.
The Diner - 11:04am
Trying to keep up with the conversation he had going with Emmett, Michael could feel the stare that had been on them since they had come to the diner thirty minutes ago. Giving up with a loud exhale of breath he flicked at the newspaper that was being held up across the table with his finger. "Why don't you go put Justin out of his misery?"
Keeping the newspaper directly in front of his face, Brian skimmed the rest of the article before he answered. "What are you complaining about?"
Wiping the corners of his mouth with his napkin Emmett smirked while studying Justin who was trying to be covert with his glances toward their table. "He sure is cute. Kinda like a gay man's very own Lolita...I guess I'm not old enough for him," he hid his smile as Brian curved his newspaper down to reveal his bland stare.
"I'm trying to eat. Go fuck him in the bathroom already."
Brian took a sip of his coffee and then responded, "You're seeing things Mikey."
Michael dropped his fork and narrowed his eyes. "You've had him already, haven't you?"
"Michael, sweetie, they haven't fucked yet. Look at the clues. Brian is sitting here face blank, nonchalant. Which is really nothing new. While Justin is acting like he's in heat." Emmett clapped his hands together. "You threw him a bone didn't you? Or should I say a boner! Come on what did you do to encourage him? Hand job? Blowjob?"
"Emmett why don't you ever pick up anything useful...like Trench mouth?"
"You never give a girl any gossip!" he huffed. "Fine. Change of subject. Justin!" Emmett called out. "Sweetie, what do you think about a guy with a navel piercing?"
"Hang on a second," Justin zipped by Emmett to a table near the front window. On the approach he heard "Why did you even bring me here? Christ do you know what part of town this is?" and the reply "Yeah so what, at least here I know none of your loser friends will get in the middle of this. Now, I want my money." A bit troubled by the last statement, Justin almost dropped the coffee cup and plate of food he was about to set in front of the men the voices belonged to. They looked up, gave him the once over, then dismissed him with a "Get Lost."
Leaving as instructed he glanced back once with a worried expression before focusing his attention on Emmett. He called out while walking behind the counter. "Well do you have any inny or an outtie?" Emmett stood and raised his shirt. The sight of uncovered skin started off a round of catcalls. Basking in the attention Emmett gave a little wave and lifted his shirt higher. Michael and Brian both rolled their eyes in sync and went back to their distractions. Laughing, Justin grabbed a coffee pot and went to their booth. He filled their cups. "Honestly I don't think you'd have a problem, it'll look hot."
Emmett sat back down. "I wonder if it'll hurt."
Justin shrugged, "Well it depends on your tolerance of pain."
Flipping to the next page in his newspaper, Brian tried to control his laughter, "Oh, he has a high tolerance alright."
Emmett stared at Brian, no amusement visible on his face. "Look I only got that dildo up their once, the doctor said I was lucky things didn't tear more than they did." Looking back to Justin, "You would think people would be more sympathetic to someone having to learn by their sexual mistakes."
"I don't think Brian's had any 'sexual mistakes'," Justin set the coffee down and nudged at Brian's shoulder, indicating for him to slide over, which he did.
"Well don't be to sure there was this one time..." A sharp pain came to Michael's leg. Choking on a piece of toast he raised his eyes to find Brian frowning at him. Michael mumbled "long story, I'll tell you later," before looking away.
"Anyways, when I got pierced it didn't hurt..." Justin started.
Brian's head turned, interupting him quickly, "You don't have anything pierced."
"Yes I do, you just never found it that night in your jeep," he wiggled his eyebrows and got up quick, snatching the coffee pot while missing the tanned fingers swinging towards his ass.
Emmett's mouth hung open, "Okay back to the old subject! What's this about you two in a jeep?" Emmett and Michael both waited with rapt attention.
Justin pretended not to hear the biting,"You Fucker."
"Order up." He went and took another food-covered plate back to the booth at the front, also seeing if he could get them anything else. Met with, "Yeah, you the fuck out of here," he fought the urge to throw the food in the gruffer man's lap. Going back toward the counter he shrugged to Brian who had been watching the interchange.
"I should lend Justin that dildo so he can shove it up their asses, but I have to get going," Emmett pulled on his coat. "Michael if you pry any of that story out of Brian, call me ASAP." Wrapping his scarf around his throat he jokingly looked at Brian. "Brian I'd say its been fun but why lie. See ya's." Brian smirked, grabbed a fry off Michael's plate to throw it at Emmett's retreating back but popped it into his mouth instead. Michael started in again about him and Justin in the jeep.
"My lips are sealed, sorry Mikey."
"Yeah I'm really sure they were sealed that night too, but you have to give me something or Em will never let it drop."
Shouting caused both men and everyone else to turn their heads toward its cause. Deb turned from the cook, squinting a bit to see what was happening. "Hey, you two! Take it outside." she shouted. Completely ignoring her, the two men continued to argue. A glint of sunlight shining off of something metal; it didn't register with anyone until the man pulled the gun out more, it now completely visible. Thrusting it toward the other man, who reached out to grab onto it. The two stumbled around, arms intertwining.
Someone cried "Gun," and the whole diner made a dive toward the floor. Michael ducked underneath the table while Brian still seated, bent down, his upper body lying against the booth's seat. Making eye contact with Michael he tried to assure him without saying anything that things would be okay.
Raising his head the same time the gun went off, Brian flinched.
He thought he saw Justin duck at that same moment, but that would be foolish. Why wouldn't he have gone down when everyone else did?
Under the table Michael had jumped toward Brian and now had his arm in a vicelike grip.
Shocked and startled that the gun had gone off, the two strangers stopped their struggling. Unsure of who pulled the trigger, they both looked around and then ran out quickly.
"Mikey?" Brian pulled his arm, but Michael still hung on. His fingers digging into Brian's flesh "Michael! Let the fuck go!" he yanked his arm again, Michael not letting go until the last minute. The momentum had Brian's arm slamming into the back of the seat. "Fuck!"
"Brian, you all right?" he heard Deb asking frantically.
"Yeah just fine," he offered through gritted teeth, beginning to rub his elbow as Michael climbed up off the floor.
Raising herself from behind the counter in front of the chef's window Deb peered over the edge. She had heard the tinkling of the bells knowing the men had fled.
"Ma, are you okay?" Michael asked, starting to exit the booth until she waved to him.
"Yeah I'm fine, fine...crazy assholes," she surveyed the diner. Everyone seemed shaken but all right non-the-less.
A quick intake of breath from behind the counter averted her eyes. "Sunshine?" she whispered, not having to see but somehow already knowing. She rushed around the rest of the counter, moving only a couple of steps. Her eyes tearing up immediately, her lips parting in shock.
"No!" she breathed heavily, grabbing a dishtowel and falling to her knees behind Justin.
Justin lay there, slightly shaking, breath irregular, trying to assure himself he was fine, that his fingers, which were pressing into his stomach, weren't warm or wet. That the substance he could somewhat see while lying on his side wasn't red, wasn't pooling on the floor and wasn't his. Deb's voice came to him and the reality of the situation found him down behind that counter, on the dirty tiling. He gripped his stomach tighter, squeezing his eyes shut at the pain.
Deb placed her hands on his shoulder, gently rolling him onto his back. "Sunshine?" she moved his hands a bit and pushed the rag over the blood that covered his shirt and the hole it was spilling out of.
Justin opened his eyes again, blinking them. Tears began slipping out to disappear into his hairline. Breathing in a shaky breath he gave Deb a weak smile. "I always told my dad I'd be bad at sports," Justin paused to push through the pain with a grimace. "I was always uncoordinated, shit reflexes, guess this proves it," his lips trembled.
Not knowing what else to do she brushed the blond hair off his forehead and whispered to him. "Try not to talk," her eyes were burning with tears as she called out, "Someone call an ambulance!"
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Brian pulled at his tie, which felt strangling all of a sudden. Hearing Deb he turned his eyes to the counter thinking she was hurt but found a sneaker that was vertical and partially hidden by the bottom of the counter. Out of his seat in a second, he half heard Deb's "It's going to be okay sweetie." before he was stepping off to the side of Justin, crouching down into the cramped lane. Deb looked up at him stricken and he placed a hand on her arm moving lower until he took over the task of keeping the wound covered.
"Justin?"
Hearing his name he struggled through the haze of pain and darkness and opened his eyes, blinking rapidly to clear his vision. Brian's eyes, a myriads of emotion, stared back at him. "Brian," Justin whispered, wanting to smile up at the man but his mouth just shaking instead.
With his free hand Brian thumbed at the tears that were on Justin's face. Feeling a tug somewhere inside of him, a small numbing tingle. Brians sight blacked out for a second before it came back.
What the fuck was that?
It felt like his mind was disconnecting and pulling toward something unknown. Righting itself back into place before he could give into it. But, give into what?
Taking hold of Brian's forearm Justin tried to speak but a finger slid over his lips. "Shhhh, it's going to be okay," Brian reassured.
"Where the fuck is that ambulance?" Deb asked.
"Brian...I just...I..."
Trying to quiet Justin's obvious distress, Brian took hold of the blond's free hand and laced their fingers, squeezing gently. Closing his eyes Justin had a hard time reopening them, his eyelids feeling weighted down. Finally locking eyes back with Brian he called out the man's name one last time, his gaze clear and determined.
Brian never heard anything as painfully beautiful as Justin's voice. Seeing the emotions in the blue eyes, a panic coursed through him, before he was assaulted with images from Justin's mind. Ever single encounter they had together and everything Justin had felt while seeing him or being with him. Sporadic thoughts ended and the tension returned. Something was terribly wrong and then Brian knew. Justin's gaze faltered and he looked away, somewhere beyond Brian's shoulder. His eyes still, seeing but then again not.
Justin's grip eased a bit, his fingers slipping to Brian's wrist, leaving bloody prints on his white button down. His watery blue eyes moved slowly to Deb, who was hovering above him, then back again to Brian. They were saying things back and forth to one another. Justin could see their lips moving but he couldn't really hear their voices. Closing his eyes he could feel his fingers loosening from around Brian's skin, having no energy to give more of an effort. Deb's panic filled words, Brian's breathing, all sounded far away and low toned.
"Damnit Justin!" Brian ripped the towel away from Justin's stomach. Pulling his shirt up, the wound gaped, blood pouring unblocked. A sound of anguish came from Brian's throat. Pressing his hand to the slippery skin Brian felt his mind trying to connect to something.
Realization struck.
He had felt this tingle before, long ago. When his father had beaten him and the pain had been too much, he would concentrate and these same feelings would pass through him. They were on the smaller level though than what was happening now. He cleared his thoughts and bent lower, his nose almost touching Justin's.
"Justin..." he whispered bringing his free hand up to skim across the pale cheek.
"Justin!" not harsh but more forceful, Brian knowing time was leaving them. "You have to look at me..." he waited. His voice softening, "Sunshine, you have to look at me."
Justin's lids fluttered, revealing slivers of his pained blue eyes. Brian applied more pressure and opened his mind.