Not Like All The Others

JUSTIN’S POV

When Brian had finished explaining the relationship between him and Michael I found myself thinking two things. One… damn that’s childish. And two… we’re not going to get along well. But despite the conflict that I know will be there, I figured I should at least try to get along with him. For Brian.


I had been afraid that when we got back to Pittsburgh that Brian would start to act different, but so far everything was the same. After the discussion about Michael we spent the night the same as we had spent the ones in Georgia. Fuck, talk, fuck, eat, fuck, talk, fuck, cuddle (yes, this part surprised me too), sleep. It was great. In case you haven’t noticed we have a sort of pattern going on here. I wake up the next morning and see Brian propped up on his elbow, hair sticking up from sleep, staring at me.

“What?” I ask him.

“Nothing.” he answers.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re gorgeous. Who wouldn’t.” he says with a sincere smile, causing a deep blush to cross my face. His look then becomes more serious. “Just thinking.”

“What about?” I ask him, hoping it’s nothing bad.

“Mikey. I was going to try to catch him while he was at breakfast this morning. Try and talk to him.”

“Okay. Do you think that you could drop me off at my house first?”

“Yeah sure. Guess this means we better go ahead and get up now huh?” he says. He sits up and the bed and pulls the covers off of me.

“I don’t want to.” I wine. He responds be smacking me on the ass.

“Yes you do. Cause once you’re UP,” he smiles devilishly, “you get a surprise in the shower.” he tells me before heading into the bathroom and teasingly stripping off his clothes. I jump out of the bed and hurry into the bathroom to collect my prize.


We ride to my house in silence, as always. I’ve learned that Brian doesn’t talk too much in the car. Hell, Brian doesn’t talk too much, period. I asked him once and he said it was because he had better things to do with his mouth. I won’t argue with that answer. I tell him how to get there and before long we pull up in front of my house. There are no cars in the driveway so I figure that mom and dad went out somewhere. I open the door and get out, leaning down to give Brian a deep kiss before he pulls away from the curb with a squeal of tires. I watch him drive down the road before turning around to go inside.

“Who was that ?” my mother asks me as my eyes meet hers from where she stands at the front door. Oh, shit. Remember when I said that my parents were okay with me being gay? That in no way, shape, or form included acceptance for significant age differences.

“Hi mom. I didn’t know you were here. Where’s the car?” I ask her nervously. Walking past her and into the house. She follows me and shuts the door behind her.

“Your father took it to a mechanic to get something looked at.” she says flatly. I sit down on the sofa and begin to toy with the hem of my shirt. Something I do when I’m anxious.

“Really? What’s wrong with it?” I ask, hoping to change the subject. But like all mothers, she is born with the innate ability to read my thoughts at the exact time I really don’t want her to.

“Don’t change the subject Justin. Who was that?” she says crossing her arms over her chest.

“He’s just a friend.” I tell her dropping my eyes to the floor.

“Do you have a lot of friends that much older than you?” she asks me, making it obvious that she knows I’m lying.

“No. Just him.”

“Sure.” she says. “Justin, you can tell me. You’re not gonna get into trouble.” We’ve all heard that before, haven’t we? Besides I’m not worried about getting myself into trouble. I’m worried about getting Brian into trouble.

“He’s just a friend mom. It’s nothing to worry about. Okay?” I tell her before getting up to go to my room. Her voice stops me before I get to the stairs.

“Fine. But if you won’t tell me then I’m going to have to see if your father can get the answers out of you.” she warns me. DAMN! I don’t want my dad involved in this. I slowly turn around and walk back to the couch where my mother has now taken a seat. I sit down next to her and take a deep breath.


BRIAN’S POV

I pull up outside of the diner and get out of my jeep. I go inside and scan the room for Michael. I see him sitting by himself at a booth in the back. He’s facing away from the door so he hasn’t seen me yet. I walk up behind him and put my arm over his shoulder.

“Hey Mikey. How’s it going?”

“Fuck you.” he says as he shrugs my arm off. I roll my eyes and sit down across from him. “What do you want? Don’t you have better things to be doing?” he asks me referring to last night.

“Quit being a baby, Michael. You wanted to talk cause you haven’t seen me in two weeks. Well, here I am.” I tell him impatiently. He immediately starts to pout.

“I am not being a baby.” he says defensively, pout still firmly in place. I consider telling him that it will give him wrinkles but then decide that it wont help the situation. “If anyone’s a baby it’s that kid you through me out for last night.”

“Christ, Mikey. He’s a big boy. And who I fuck is none of your business.” I say.

“Brian, he was like twelve years old.”

“He is not fucking twelve. He’s seventeen.”

“Whatever. Close enough. How do you even know him? You weren’t even in town for more than a few hours.”

“I met him while I was out of town.” I tell him. He rolls his eyes and gestures his hands in the air.

“You mean it took you this long to fuck him and get it over with?”

“No. It did not take… you know what Mikey, I came here to talk to you because you through such a fucking fit over it last night. If you’re only going to sit here and get on my goddamn nerves then I’m going to leave.” I stand up and am about to make my way to the door when I’m headed off by the remaining members of the three stooges.

“Well, well. Look who finally decided to come home from down south.” Emmett says, pushing me further into the seat and sitting next to me. Ted sits down next to Michael.

“I thought you were supposed to be home a few days ago.” states Ted. Before I have a chance to answer, Michael decides to do it for me.

“He got preoccupied. Apparently there’s a lot of slutty youth down there.” he says spitefully.

“Michael, shut the fuck up.” I practically shout at him. Emmett looks up from the menu he’d picked up a moment ago.

“What is he talking about?” he asks me.

“Something he doesn’t know jack shit about.” I reply. Once again, Michael decides to add his two cents.

“He brought home a souvenir from his trip. Like all souvenirs it appeals to the eyes but is other wise useless.”

“Shut the fuck up. You don’t know shit about what’s going on and you sure as hell don’t know shit about him.” I say before storming out of the diner, before anyone can say anything to piss me off more.