Fic: Motions
Title: Motions
Author: GleefulBlue
Pairing: Brian/Justin
Rating: PG
Warnings: None
Word Count: 389
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Beta: None, all mistakes are mine.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the ideas in my head.
Summary: A 307 fic. What if Justin had gone to Brian sooner, after he had left Ethan?
Justin really tries to stay on the seat he's sitting on but the truth is if he really wanted to he wouldn't be getting up and walking out of the door, he looks at his finger, remembers pulling the ring off of it. He knows what he's about to do, he knows it's not too late to stop it but he knows the looks Ethan and that guy were exchanging, he knew but he tried to let himself pretend until he didn't have the chance to pretend anymore and it wasn't that he hadn't felt anything, it was that he hadn't felt what he had expected to feel. He deletes Ethan's number from his phone somewhere between Woody's and Brian's loft, he's knocking on the door and before he knows it it's open he doesn't say anything, he doesn't have to.
Brian stares at him for a moment and Justin knows he's trying to get a read on him he doesn't know what Brian sees but it's enough for Brian to pull him inside and towards the bathroom sink. He tries not to watch as Brian runs the water over his hands, the dried blood coming off and Justin can't help but be grateful at how careful he's being. The sting returns sharply as the antiseptic seeps in making Justin try and pull his hand away only for Brian to keep him where he is with a firm grip on his wrist. Later Brian will hand him a glass of beam and Justin will take it with a quiet thank you, drinking all of it before asking for another and then returning to silence. He feels the pull of sleep and he doesn't mean to give in but he must have because before he knows it Brian's shaking him awake, his glass has been moved to the coffee table and all the lights have been turned off except for the blue ones above the bed, that he can just make out.
He starts to offer to leave but Brian pulls him in the direction of the bedroom and he follows because how could he not. Soon their clothes are stripped off and he is laying next to Brian, feeling Brian's fingers tangling in his hair as he drifts off to the steady beat of Brian's heart under his ear.
FIN