A Delicate Decision

Author's Note: Don't hate me. If you want more, you know what to do. Thanks to everyone who has read and reviewed. I appreciate everyone taking the time to read or review, and especially those who have done both. So, I'll stop yapping, and let you get on with the story.

A Week Later

Brian's POV

It's Justin's first day back at home, and I know that he loves being back. We had a small funeral for both of our children, and all our friends and family were invited and showed up. The only people who weren't invited were my mother, Claire and her spawns, and Craig.

The funeral was short and sweet, and even I shed a few tears. I'm not a person who cries often, but in the last few years I've begun to cry more. When Justin was bashed, I cried. Now our children died, and I cried. I was so glad when the funeral was over.

Now, as I look over at my partner, I see him sitting on the floor in the living room, drawing silently. I know that Justin is drawing Drake and both Daphnes. He's taking all three of their death's very hard, and I just wish that there was something I could do to make him feel better.

I want to take away his pain, but I don't know how. Unfortunately, I only seem to be able to give Justin pain, not take it away. Suddenly, I get up and walk over to my blonde. I take a seat next to him and watch my young artist draw. Justin is drawing them, just like I thought.

I have to take his mind off of them, at least for a little while. We haven't had sex in a week, and the little shit should be happy that I haven't jumped his bones yet. I had to stop myself from pouncing on Justin, the moment we walked in the door. Now though, I can't help it.

I pull my blonde to me, and force my lips on his. Justin resists for a few seconds, before giving in. I flick my tongue across his lips, insisting access. Justin opens his mouth a little, and I slip my tongue inside. Our tongues duel for dominance, but neither one of us really cares who wins.

All that matters is that we are still close, still together, after everything that has happened. I'm finally able to understand what all those cheesy love songs mean. I always thought they were a load of shit. But now I know better. Now I'm experiencing what those musicians felt.

Before I met Justin, if anyone would have asked me what I thought of love, I would have told them that it's complete and utter bullshit. But now I know better. Now I know just how great being in love can be. I'm in love with my wonderful partner, and that's all there is to it.

When the kiss ends, I feel myself being led (or more accurately pulled) into the bedroom. Justin is ripping at my clothes, trying to hurry and take them off of me. I don't make a move to help him. I want Justin to undress me himself. After a moment, my blonde pauses.

Then he looks at me, as if trying to figure something out. After several minutes, Justin apparently finds what he was looking for. For he begins to rip at my clothes again, and before I know it my blonde is biting on my nipples, first the left and then the right.

After several minutes of torture like this, Justin begins his slow trail down my body. The next thing I know, my dick is engulfed in his warm mouth. I feel my back arching, as I try to suppress a moan and remain on the bed at the same time. Justin laughs a little around my dick.

As he does so, it sends shivers and vibrations through my body. Before I know it, I'm coming in my blonde's mouth. When Justin has milked me for all that I'm worth, he slides back up my body and shares my taste with me. Our lips crash together, as we meet for another kiss.

I never seem to be able to get enough of him. When we finally break from the kiss again, Justin reaches over to the bedside table. I pause for a moment, wondering why he's getting anything from there. I thought that we had agreed to try and have another baby.

When Justin turns back to me, the bowl of condoms in hand, he notices my surprised look. "What's wrong?" His question makes me smile before I answer. "I thought that you wanted to start trying to have another baby." It takes a moment for what I said, to register in his mind.

But when it does, I find myself with my arms full of my blonde partner. Justin is hugging me tightly and kissing me anywhere and everywhere that he can reach. After a few minutes though, he stops kissing me. Justin pulls away from me, and he has a worried look on his face.

"You recently said that we would have to wait six months before we could start having raw sex. Why did the amount of time suddenly lessen?" I sigh softly and rolling my eyes, begin to tell Justin that I haven't tricked in at least a month, and that the last time I tested I was clean.

I walk over to my desk and open the drawer. I pull some papers out, and then close the drawer once more. Then I walk back over to my partner, and toss the papers into his lap. Justin quickly picks up the papers and reads them. After reading my results, a smile crosses his face.

I know what my blonde is thinking, so I nod and admit my actions to him anyway. "Yes, I did. When you were in the hospital, I asked the doctor and nurse to test you for anything. I know that I should have asked first, but after what happened with the kids, I didn't think it was a good time to mention it."

I sigh softly, and then continue. "I know that it's only a week after their deaths, and I don't want to replace them. I just thought that you might want to start trying to make another baby ASAP. This way both of us now what is going on, and are prepared for anything that can happen."

When I finish speaking, Justin kisses me. It's several minutes before we come up for air. I take the bowl of condoms, and put it back in the drawer. Then I look at my partner, and say, "Let's get started making our baby, Sunshine." Justin smiles and then the two of us get into position.

I thrust inside my blonde mere seconds later, and the feel of his warm walls completely surrounding my dick with no latex covering it, is almost more than I can take. I slam into Justin again and again, and then I'm coming inside of his tight little ass. When I finish coming, I slip out of him.

We get up and go take a shower. When we finish our shower, we change the sheets, and crawl back into bed. I pull the duvet over us, and Justin smiles. Then I spoon in behind my partner, and kiss the crown of his blonde head. Justin smiles at me, and then the two of us drift off to sleep.

The End.