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Entwined

Triciaqaf


For paddies Fic of My Dreams challenge

Set somewhere in early to mid-season 1

Brian and Justin experience a "first"...


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Part 1

Brian is holding Justin’s hand as they walk by.

Justin tries to keep the smile on his face normal, unconcerned, but Debbie sees the unabashed joy there. Such a small gesture, but to walk through the diner holding his hand, Justin feels cherished, owned…

He never thought he’d want to feel owned, but he thrills at the thought of Brian claiming him publicly.

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Well, he supposes Brian has already done that in the backroom… he still blushes at the thought of that first time… but this is different.

It appears casual, unconscious, and maybe it is. But he doesn’t think Brian does anything unconsciously. Especially not with his much younger, barely acknowledged lover.

Is he really Brian’s lover now, not just a fuck who managed to get more than one turn?

Justin looks down at the long fingers entwined with his, the skin darker than his, the nails perfectly trimmed and beautifully shaped.

Is there anything on this man that isn’t perfectly shaped? Justin muses, marveling at the symmetry of the body brushing his, at the leanness, the fluid muscles that go on forever…

He feels Brian’s awareness shift to him before he hears him speak. “You’re going to walk into something if you keep looking at the floor” Brian murmurs in his ear. Justin flushes, realizing that Brian knows he wasn’t looking at the floor.

He looks up, guilty.

As if Brian had seen him drawing little hearts with Brian loves Justin in scrawly letters all over his sketchpad...

As if Justin had told all of Babylon about the little sigh that Brian makes a while after he comes and just before he sleeps, Justin in his arms…

“I promise I’ll let you have your hand back. I can think of a good use for it later…” Brian murmurs, the smile in his voice making Justin feel safe again.

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The sunshine smile returns to Justin’s face as they leave the diner, his heart dangerously close to exploding in his chest. He lets out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding, moving easily in step with Brian despite the difference in their strides.

He notices Brian slow down, his eyes lingering in the window of a shop. Justin follows Brian’s gaze, noticing the leather items in the display. Justin smiles up at Brian, his curiosity piqued. Brian has more leather jackets and pants than he could possibly need.

Not that Justin’s complaining, picturing Brian in leather pants. His cock twitches at the thought, his mind filled with images of the tight black fabric stretching over Brian’s loooong thighs.

Justin’s reverie is interrupted as he notices Brian’s glance flicking to the corner of the display. Justin follows Brian’s glance and sees a variety of leather items. Caps, belts, collars, leashes, whips…

Justin doesn’t recognize the look on Brian’s face. It almost seems… vaguely hesitant. Like he wanted to say something but decided against it…

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