New Fic: Surprise Visit
Does anyone know when BJfic.net is going to be back up? I'm experiencing withdrawl! Anyway, here's my new story Surprise Visit. Hope you like it. Please comment!!!!
The brush moved easily over the canvas, leaving a trail of blue behind. The colors swirled together, a blending of blue and orange, creating an image that only two men would recognize. Justin put the brush down and stepped back to take a look at his newest painting. The sunlight that streamed through the windows of his Boston studio, encased the painting in a halo of light. Justin brushed his hand lightly against the painted figures and thought about how much he had accomplished. If someone had told him two years ago that he would be preparing for his own show in the heart of Boston, he would have laughed in disbelief. Yet here he was, twenty-five, a successful up and coming artist who was about to have his very own gallery showing.
The vibrations from his cell phone interrupted his silent reflections. Justin grabbed it, checked the number and pressed it to his ear. “Hey,” he said as he walked over to the sink to wash his brushes.
“Hey dude, how’s it going?” Hunter’s voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the line. What had started out as mere tolerance, on both ends, had surprising developed into a friendship. After Hunter had gotten over his infatuation with Brian, he came to realize that Justin wasn’t as bad as he had thought. In fact they had a lot in common with both of them having had to overcome life-changing events. Justin’s bashing and Hunter’s HIV. Their closeness in age was another thing that made them allies. They bonded over similar tastes in music and trends, so they never felt left out when they were with the Liberty Gang.
“Good. Why? What’s up?” Justin replied.
“Well, I thought I’d warn you about what Tim has been up to.”
“Alright, what’s he up to now?” Justin asked distractedly, as he recapped his paints.
“He’s living with Brian!”
“Huh? Hunter, what the hell are you talking about?” Not really worried, but rather annoyed, Justin continued to straighten up his studio. Tim was the newest addition to the Liberty Gang. Only 17, he was kicked out of his home by his parents for being gay. He showed up at the diner one day looking for work and Deb hired him on as a bus boy. After hearing he had no where to go, Deb offered him her spare room. Now, four months later, he was officially part of the family. Michael, once again, was pissed that there was another blonde twink living in his old room. Although, it didn’t really resemble his old room anymore, with the black paint on the walls. The whole gang had to hear about that for weeks.
History really does repeat itself, not only was Tim living at Deb’s, but he also had a crush on Brian. Much to Hunter’s dismay. In fact, Hunter had more of a problem with Tim’s constant seduction attempts on Brian, than Justin did.
Hunter, clearly agitated, “Well, Deb’s got it in her head that ‘the growing boy’ needs his own bathroom, and that he shouldn’t have to share with her and Carl. And you just know, that Michael is going to be bitching about this for awhile.”
Justin could feel himself smiling at the obvious frustration his friend was exhibiting. “So, what does this have to do with Brian?”
“Well, this morning Deb informed Brian that he had to let Tim stay with him because he was the only one with a spare bedroom.”
Justin remembered when Brian had decided to build another room in the loft for Gus. It was a year ago, just after Gus’s seventh birthday. Gus was spending so much time at the loft, it just seemed like a good idea that he have his own bedroom.
“God, what did Debbie have to threaten him with to get him to agree to that?”
“She threatened to rip his other ball off, but that’s beside the point. Dude, aren’t you worried that he’s going to be putting the moves on Brian?”
Justin laughed, “No.” Brian and him had decided to be monogamous two and half years ago. There were no ultimatums given, it was something that just happened. Both men realized that the other was enough and there was no point for anonymous sex. Even though no vows were exchanged or rings given, they were as fully committed as any other couple.
“But Justin-”
“Hunter, stop worrying about it. Brian and I trust each other. Nothing’s going to happen between them. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. If you’re not worried, then I’m not worried. But I’m still going to keep an eye on him.”
“Alright, you do that. Thanks for calling.” An amused Justin replied, while leaving his studio.
“Yeah, man. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.” As soon as he hung up, Justin started to laugh. He thought it was funny that Hunter was getting so worked up. Even though he’d never met Tim, he didn’t believe that the kid was all that bad. In the past four months that Justin had been in Boston, he’d heard many stories about Tim. It was an odd coincidence that their paths had never crossed. About the same time that Justin received an offer for his own gallery showing in Boston, Tim started working at the diner. And the couple of times that Justin had been home, the only person he saw was Brian; normally Brian flew to Boston to spend time with him.
As Justin walked through the door of his apartment, he called the loft.
“Hello?” Came a voice that Justin didn’t recognize.
“Tim?
“Yeah, who the hell is this?”
“This is Justin, let me talk to Brian.”
“Sorry, you can’t.” Tim sneered.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s in the shower, gotta go.” And with that Tim hung up the phone.
Justin looked at his cell phone in disbelief. “Little shit!”
Rather than calling the loft again, he decided to wait awhile before he called back. Justin walked to his bedroom, tossing his clothes on the floor, as he headed for the shower. Rinsing his hair underneath the spray, he couldn’t help but think about how much he missed taking showers with Brian. Even though they had spent as much time together as they could in the last four months, it wasn’t enough. It had been Brian’s idea that Justin move to Boston for the five months that it would take to prepare for the gallery opening. Now that most of his preparation for the show were almost done, Justin was anxious to go back home.
Once finished with his shower, he dressed and made his way into the living room. As dinner was cooking he decided to call Brain again.
“Hello?”
“Hey” Justin smiled when he heard the voice of his lover.
“Hey, yourself. What are you up to?”
“Nothing, just making some dinner. What’s up with you? I heard that you had an interesting day.”
“Someone’s been talking to Hunter.”
“Yep. So, spill it.”
“Christ, you two are worst than a couple of gossiping queens.”
Justin laughed. “Well, how long is he going to stay there?”
“Hopefully, it’ll only be a couple of days.”
“Oh, poor baby, how will you ever survive?”
“Asshole. And don’t call me baby.”
“Ah, honey, you just say the sweetest things.” Justin said in a falsetto voice.
“If you’re going to act like a twat, I’m going to hang up.”
Justin doubled over in laughter, “okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “How did the pitch go today? Did they like the boards?”
“We got the account.” There was a smug tone in Brian’s voice.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Of course we got the account. I asked how they liked the boards.”
“Oh yes, they couldn’t stop commenting on the fact, that Mr. Taylor himself, did the artwork for their ad.”
“Hey, whatever brings in the business.” There was a hint of pride in Justin’s voice.
“How’s the show coming along?”
“Good. I completed one tonight, that means I only have one more piece left to do.”
“It’s getting closer to the big day.”
“Yeah, just three more weeks to go, I’m already getting nervous.” Justin could feel the ever-present anxiety start to rise, at the thought of the gallery displaying only his artwork.
Brian could hear the nervousness in his partner’s voice. “You’ll do fine, Sunshine. And if they don’t like your stuff, fuck them. You know you’re an amazing artist. You don’t need the critic’s approval.”
Justin smiled and felt his body relax, when he heard Brian’s words. “Thanks, I’ll just be glad when this is done and I come home.” The words ‘to you’ went unsaid, but not unheard.
“Yeah, and I can get back to having regular sex.”
“You and me both, babe.”
Before Brian could reply, Tim’s voice broke into the conversation, “Brian, I’m bored. What are we doing tonight?”
Justin heard Brain yell out to Tim, “We aren’t doing anything. I’m going to be working.”
Brian came back on the phone, “Shit, this kid is even more obnoxious than you were at that age.”
“Hey! I wasn’t obnox---”
Tim’s shrill voice cut Justin off. “Don’t work tonight; you should take me to Babylon.”
Brian snorted in disbelief. “That’s never going to happen.”
Before Justin could say anything to Brian, Tim yet again interrupted. “Hey, we can watch a movie. How about Yellow Submarine?”
“Christ! Justin, I have to go before this kid destroys my entertainment system. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Later.”
“Wait...” But all Justin could hear was the dial tone.
Pissed, Justin hung up the phone. He couldn’t believe Brian hung up on him! It was bad enough that Tim had hung up on him earlier, but now he was making Brian do it too? Hunter was right. Tim was a pest. Justin should’ve paid closer attention to what Hunter had been telling him.
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The ringing of the phone pulled Justin out of his deep sleep. He reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand, dragging it under the covers with him. “Uh?”
“He fucking came into my bed!”
“What? Brian?” Justin mumbled, trying to clear the fog from his brain.
“Yeah! Did you hear what I said? He was in my bed!”
“Who?” Justin asked, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Tim!”
At that, Justin bolted upright from the mattress. “What!”
“Haven’t you been listening to me? He was in my fucking bed.”
“Yeah, I heard you. How did he get into your bed? What happened?”
Justin heard Brian take a deep breath. “I woke up this morning, went to turn the alarm off and fucking rolled on top of the piece of shit.”
“What’d you say?”
“I yelled for him to get the fuck out of my bed, and he had the nerve to look hurt that I didn’t want him to stay.”
“What a shit! I can’t believe he crawled into our bed. He knows that we’re together.”
“Shit. Hold on a second, Justin.” Justin heard voices mumbling in the background as he paced alongside the bed. “Jus, my client’s here. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Me too, later.”
“Later.” Justin hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. He was too agitated to go back to sleep. It was one thing to stay at their loft and watch Justin’s movie, it was quite another to sneak into their bed. Something had to be done. Justin fumed at the thought of Tim in bed with Brian. This never would’ve happened if he’d been there. At that thought, Justin paused and quickly reviewed his schedule. He had most of the work done for his show, there was no reason why he couldn’t go home for a visit.
Justin went back to the bed, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Boston Airlines, how can I help you?”
“I need your earliest flight to Pittsburgh.”
“Okay. Will that be round trip or one-way?”
Justin made a quick decision. “One-way.”
Who knew how long it was going to take to remind Tim of Justin’s place in Brian’s life.
The brush moved easily over the canvas, leaving a trail of blue behind. The colors swirled together, a blending of blue and orange, creating an image that only two men would recognize. Justin put the brush down and stepped back to take a look at his newest painting. The sunlight that streamed through the windows of his Boston studio, encased the painting in a halo of light. Justin brushed his hand lightly against the painted figures and thought about how much he had accomplished. If someone had told him two years ago that he would be preparing for his own show in the heart of Boston, he would have laughed in disbelief. Yet here he was, twenty-five, a successful up and coming artist who was about to have his very own gallery showing.
The vibrations from his cell phone interrupted his silent reflections. Justin grabbed it, checked the number and pressed it to his ear. “Hey,” he said as he walked over to the sink to wash his brushes.
“Hey dude, how’s it going?” Hunter’s voice sounded cheerful on the other end of the line. What had started out as mere tolerance, on both ends, had surprising developed into a friendship. After Hunter had gotten over his infatuation with Brian, he came to realize that Justin wasn’t as bad as he had thought. In fact they had a lot in common with both of them having had to overcome life-changing events. Justin’s bashing and Hunter’s HIV. Their closeness in age was another thing that made them allies. They bonded over similar tastes in music and trends, so they never felt left out when they were with the Liberty Gang.
“Good. Why? What’s up?” Justin replied.
“Well, I thought I’d warn you about what Tim has been up to.”
“Alright, what’s he up to now?” Justin asked distractedly, as he recapped his paints.
“He’s living with Brian!”
“Huh? Hunter, what the hell are you talking about?” Not really worried, but rather annoyed, Justin continued to straighten up his studio. Tim was the newest addition to the Liberty Gang. Only 17, he was kicked out of his home by his parents for being gay. He showed up at the diner one day looking for work and Deb hired him on as a bus boy. After hearing he had no where to go, Deb offered him her spare room. Now, four months later, he was officially part of the family. Michael, once again, was pissed that there was another blonde twink living in his old room. Although, it didn’t really resemble his old room anymore, with the black paint on the walls. The whole gang had to hear about that for weeks.
History really does repeat itself, not only was Tim living at Deb’s, but he also had a crush on Brian. Much to Hunter’s dismay. In fact, Hunter had more of a problem with Tim’s constant seduction attempts on Brian, than Justin did.
Hunter, clearly agitated, “Well, Deb’s got it in her head that ‘the growing boy’ needs his own bathroom, and that he shouldn’t have to share with her and Carl. And you just know, that Michael is going to be bitching about this for awhile.”
Justin could feel himself smiling at the obvious frustration his friend was exhibiting. “So, what does this have to do with Brian?”
“Well, this morning Deb informed Brian that he had to let Tim stay with him because he was the only one with a spare bedroom.”
Justin remembered when Brian had decided to build another room in the loft for Gus. It was a year ago, just after Gus’s seventh birthday. Gus was spending so much time at the loft, it just seemed like a good idea that he have his own bedroom.
“God, what did Debbie have to threaten him with to get him to agree to that?”
“She threatened to rip his other ball off, but that’s beside the point. Dude, aren’t you worried that he’s going to be putting the moves on Brian?”
Justin laughed, “No.” Brian and him had decided to be monogamous two and half years ago. There were no ultimatums given, it was something that just happened. Both men realized that the other was enough and there was no point for anonymous sex. Even though no vows were exchanged or rings given, they were as fully committed as any other couple.
“But Justin-”
“Hunter, stop worrying about it. Brian and I trust each other. Nothing’s going to happen between them. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay. If you’re not worried, then I’m not worried. But I’m still going to keep an eye on him.”
“Alright, you do that. Thanks for calling.” An amused Justin replied, while leaving his studio.
“Yeah, man. I’ll talk to you later.”
“Bye.” As soon as he hung up, Justin started to laugh. He thought it was funny that Hunter was getting so worked up. Even though he’d never met Tim, he didn’t believe that the kid was all that bad. In the past four months that Justin had been in Boston, he’d heard many stories about Tim. It was an odd coincidence that their paths had never crossed. About the same time that Justin received an offer for his own gallery showing in Boston, Tim started working at the diner. And the couple of times that Justin had been home, the only person he saw was Brian; normally Brian flew to Boston to spend time with him.
As Justin walked through the door of his apartment, he called the loft.
“Hello?” Came a voice that Justin didn’t recognize.
“Tim?
“Yeah, who the hell is this?”
“This is Justin, let me talk to Brian.”
“Sorry, you can’t.” Tim sneered.
“Excuse me?”
“He’s in the shower, gotta go.” And with that Tim hung up the phone.
Justin looked at his cell phone in disbelief. “Little shit!”
Rather than calling the loft again, he decided to wait awhile before he called back. Justin walked to his bedroom, tossing his clothes on the floor, as he headed for the shower. Rinsing his hair underneath the spray, he couldn’t help but think about how much he missed taking showers with Brian. Even though they had spent as much time together as they could in the last four months, it wasn’t enough. It had been Brian’s idea that Justin move to Boston for the five months that it would take to prepare for the gallery opening. Now that most of his preparation for the show were almost done, Justin was anxious to go back home.
Once finished with his shower, he dressed and made his way into the living room. As dinner was cooking he decided to call Brain again.
“Hello?”
“Hey” Justin smiled when he heard the voice of his lover.
“Hey, yourself. What are you up to?”
“Nothing, just making some dinner. What’s up with you? I heard that you had an interesting day.”
“Someone’s been talking to Hunter.”
“Yep. So, spill it.”
“Christ, you two are worst than a couple of gossiping queens.”
Justin laughed. “Well, how long is he going to stay there?”
“Hopefully, it’ll only be a couple of days.”
“Oh, poor baby, how will you ever survive?”
“Asshole. And don’t call me baby.”
“Ah, honey, you just say the sweetest things.” Justin said in a falsetto voice.
“If you’re going to act like a twat, I’m going to hang up.”
Justin doubled over in laughter, “okay, okay.” He took a deep breath. “How did the pitch go today? Did they like the boards?”
“We got the account.” There was a smug tone in Brian’s voice.
Justin rolled his eyes. “Of course we got the account. I asked how they liked the boards.”
“Oh yes, they couldn’t stop commenting on the fact, that Mr. Taylor himself, did the artwork for their ad.”
“Hey, whatever brings in the business.” There was a hint of pride in Justin’s voice.
“How’s the show coming along?”
“Good. I completed one tonight, that means I only have one more piece left to do.”
“It’s getting closer to the big day.”
“Yeah, just three more weeks to go, I’m already getting nervous.” Justin could feel the ever-present anxiety start to rise, at the thought of the gallery displaying only his artwork.
Brian could hear the nervousness in his partner’s voice. “You’ll do fine, Sunshine. And if they don’t like your stuff, fuck them. You know you’re an amazing artist. You don’t need the critic’s approval.”
Justin smiled and felt his body relax, when he heard Brian’s words. “Thanks, I’ll just be glad when this is done and I come home.” The words ‘to you’ went unsaid, but not unheard.
“Yeah, and I can get back to having regular sex.”
“You and me both, babe.”
Before Brian could reply, Tim’s voice broke into the conversation, “Brian, I’m bored. What are we doing tonight?”
Justin heard Brain yell out to Tim, “We aren’t doing anything. I’m going to be working.”
Brian came back on the phone, “Shit, this kid is even more obnoxious than you were at that age.”
“Hey! I wasn’t obnox---”
Tim’s shrill voice cut Justin off. “Don’t work tonight; you should take me to Babylon.”
Brian snorted in disbelief. “That’s never going to happen.”
Before Justin could say anything to Brian, Tim yet again interrupted. “Hey, we can watch a movie. How about Yellow Submarine?”
“Christ! Justin, I have to go before this kid destroys my entertainment system. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Later.”
“Wait...” But all Justin could hear was the dial tone.
Pissed, Justin hung up the phone. He couldn’t believe Brian hung up on him! It was bad enough that Tim had hung up on him earlier, but now he was making Brian do it too? Hunter was right. Tim was a pest. Justin should’ve paid closer attention to what Hunter had been telling him.
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The ringing of the phone pulled Justin out of his deep sleep. He reached blindly for the phone on the nightstand, dragging it under the covers with him. “Uh?”
“He fucking came into my bed!”
“What? Brian?” Justin mumbled, trying to clear the fog from his brain.
“Yeah! Did you hear what I said? He was in my bed!”
“Who?” Justin asked, as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Tim!”
At that, Justin bolted upright from the mattress. “What!”
“Haven’t you been listening to me? He was in my fucking bed.”
“Yeah, I heard you. How did he get into your bed? What happened?”
Justin heard Brian take a deep breath. “I woke up this morning, went to turn the alarm off and fucking rolled on top of the piece of shit.”
“What’d you say?”
“I yelled for him to get the fuck out of my bed, and he had the nerve to look hurt that I didn’t want him to stay.”
“What a shit! I can’t believe he crawled into our bed. He knows that we’re together.”
“Shit. Hold on a second, Justin.” Justin heard voices mumbling in the background as he paced alongside the bed. “Jus, my client’s here. I’ll call you tonight.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“Me too, later.”
“Later.” Justin hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed. He was too agitated to go back to sleep. It was one thing to stay at their loft and watch Justin’s movie, it was quite another to sneak into their bed. Something had to be done. Justin fumed at the thought of Tim in bed with Brian. This never would’ve happened if he’d been there. At that thought, Justin paused and quickly reviewed his schedule. He had most of the work done for his show, there was no reason why he couldn’t go home for a visit.
Justin went back to the bed, picked up the phone and dialed a number.
“Boston Airlines, how can I help you?”
“I need your earliest flight to Pittsburgh.”
“Okay. Will that be round trip or one-way?”
Justin made a quick decision. “One-way.”
Who knew how long it was going to take to remind Tim of Justin’s place in Brian’s life.