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[nanowrenlet]

In hindsight, Justin maybe could have done something other than this. He talked Brian into taking a cab instead of trying to drive, and that wasn't too difficult, and maybe he -could- have walked Brian up to the door of the loft, made some stupid excuse and left him there to pass out in perfect safety, but Brian was all -over- him in the back seat of the cab and all they were missing was Michael's disapproving gaze in the rear view mirror. It was too much, and Justin was still a little high and way fucking horny, and whatever he -could- have done didn't matter when what he did do was ride up in the elevator with Brian's mouth attached to his neck, humping Brian's thigh and whimpering quietly into his hair.

Brian was whispering the dirtiest things against his skin, and the puffs of breath and brush of his lips made Justin shudder and Brian laughed a little, "You're really hot for it."

"S'been a while." Which was a total lie, but Justin could hardly tell him the truth, could he? 'It's you, Brian, I'm fixing to shoot in my pants because you're touching me again.'

Brian was still so fucking wasted, silly and loose and Justin had to take his keys away to get the door open and that wasn't the -first- night, it was one of their other nights and things were starting to sort of haze together in Justin's head. Brian caught him around the waist and bit the lobe of his ear and Justin shook violently, fuck! Brian cupped Justin's cock through his pants, pressing hard. "Want me to jack you? It'll take the edge off."

Justin couldn't make his voice work so he just nodded, and Brian spun him easily and started pushing him backwards and up the stairs towards the bed, grinning and making their clothes vanish in that way Brian had where he could just -do- things no one else knew how to do. Justin's skin flared and burned wherever Brian's hands brushed against it, and he couldn't take his eyes off him.

Then the edge of the bed was behind Justin's calves and he sat down, hard. Brian was on the bed with him in a flash, kneeling and grabbing at his legs, pulling him up onto Brian's thighs and into his lap, and when Brian's mouth came down over his Justin clung to him like he was afraid he'd vanish. Brian wrapped one arm around Justin's back and jacked him off slowly at first, like they had all the time in the world for kissing and fucking but Justin was still -so- close. When he started to shudder in Brian's lap Brian tipped him onto his back, pressed Justin down into the mattress with his weight on Justin's hips and a hand on his shoulder and studied Justin's face as he jerked his orgasm right out of him, hard and fast. Justin came staring up Brian hovering over him, eyes wide, mouth open and gasping, and when Brian smiled that stoned little smile of his Justin swallowed hard.

"You're hot when you come."

Justin licked his lips and whispered back, "You're beautiful."

That made Brian laugh, and then he was laying on top of Justin and kissing him again and still sort of petting his dick, and this was all beyond good and over into incredible, but Justin got it into his head suddenly that he needed to see Brian come. More than that, he needed to -make- him come, and he shifted and pushed and rolled Brian off of him and onto his back. Brian raised an eyebrow at him, curious. "Something you want?"

Justin had already started towards Brian's cock, and he only paused long enough to smile up the length of his body, cheeky. "Mmhmm. Why should you do all the work?"

Brian just laughed again, cradled the back of Justin's neck with his hand and let his head fall back onto the bed. He was always ridiculously easy when it came to blow jobs.

And Justin was ridiculously good at it. He took a certain pride in that, but he knew that it all came back to this man; Brian had -made- him, shaped him and taught him well and if this was the last time Justin would ever have Brian's cock in his mouth, he would fucking well make it count. He licked up the shaft and slid his mouth over and down, taking him right into his throat. That got him a surprised gasp, and Brian slid his hand up from Justin's nape and tangled his fingers into his hair, clutching and tugging. Justin was absurdly happy he'd let his hair grow out some because, God, that felt -good-, and he hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard to make Brian pull on his hair again.

It was new and it was the same, the press of Brian's cock on his tongue and the stretch in his jaw familiar to him like oxygen was familiar. Justin knew how to make Brian gasp and tremble and moan, breathy and amazed, and Brian never groaned his climax with anyone else quite the way he did when Justin sucked him off. It always gave Justin a secret thrill and a spreading warmth in his belly, and as Brian unwound his fingers from Justin's hair and started to catch his breath Justin lifted his head to tell him so.

"God, I love wh-"

And it was gone. The memory he'd held in his mind not a moment ago swelled inside him like a rising soap bubble and -popped-, noiselessly if not painlessly. And was gone. Justin drew in a panicked breath and clutched at a fistful of bed sheet. He looked up, frightened and starting to shake because if Brian asked him what he'd been about to say, how could he explain to him that he didn't know anymore?

Only Brian hadn't heard a thing, because whatever he had drunk and whatever he had taken had finally caught up with him, and he had passed out cold.

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Comments

Ohhh!!! Ack!!! Is Justin losing his memories of his life?? *sniff*

[viola69.livejournal.com]

Oh, SOO Hot & sooo poignant! Poor Justin! *sniff* Unable to stop himself from one more time with Brian. & gotta believe on some level- even in the fucked-up/drugged-up head of Brian- *something* about HOW Justin was reaction & how that blow-job was performed was familiar.
& then..."God, I love wh-"

And it was gone. The memory he'd held in his mind not a moment ago swelled inside him like a rising soap bubble and -popped-, noiselessly if not painlessly. And was gone. Justin drew in a panicked breath and clutched at a fistful of bed sheet. He looked up, frightened and starting to shake because if Brian asked him what he'd been about to say, how could he explain to him that he didn't know anymore?

Par for the course for Reapers?? Or special for Dead!Justin?? Ohh, man- if Justin starts losing his memories...*sobs* my poor Justin!!
keep writing, keep writing! :'-)

Re: Ohhh!!! Ack!!! Is Justin losing his memories of his life?? *sniff*

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Par for the course for Reapers?

It's DLM canon. This is canon-pain here... the scene isn't over, I'm just tapped for the night.

[phinjay.livejournal.com]

I was wondering if you were going to include that part of Dead Like Me in this story and you did. This was just as sad as when Georgia forget memories of her life. OMG! Write more, please?!

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

I couldn't not, sad as it is :(

[sparkledark.livejournal.com]

God, this is so fucking sad. Ow.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pets*

[juteux.livejournal.com]

*cries and cries*

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pets and hands you tissue*

[sisabet.livejournal.com]

::passes out::

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Er, uh... well, shit.

[autonomist.livejournal.com]

And it was gone.

so very gut-wrenching. so Justin will have all of these drawings of a time...of a love...and he will not own those memories any longer...one day it will all seem like someone else's life? just a drawing of a man? *weeps*

this is an amazing story, but it hurts :(

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pets* Hang in there...

[mintwitch.livejournal.com]

::weeps::

Oh, no, Justin can't forget Brian, he just caaaan't!

::more like bawling::

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pets and hands tissue*

[corbeaun.livejournal.com]

"God, I love wh-"
And it was gone.

Oh dear. I knew it. I *knew* something evil was going to happen. Even though I know nothing of Reaper canon. Because you're great that way. ;)

I cringe for Justin, because you've said that the scene isn't finished yet, and I try to think of anything worse that can start happening to the poor boy, and I just *cringe*. Because my imagination, though evil, cannot possibly be as evil as yours.

Which trust me, is a good thing. Though Justin and Brian might not agree. :)

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Heehee... I'm reminded of a semi-famous author (though I can't remember which one) who was asked by a fan if he ever wished his characters were real and whether he'd like to meet them. His answer was basically, "OH hell no, they'd kill me."

:D

[soundczech.livejournal.com]

eee. eee. eeeeee.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pets*

[josselin.livejournal.com]

WAH!

[rikkrp.livejournal.com]

New this was coming and yet still not prepared.

Brilliant, though, really, seriously, loving it.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Thanks :)

[tsuki-no-bara.livejournal.com]

i'm guessing justin's going to keep losing memories of his life from when he was alive - will he ever look at brian and think "i know i should know who you are, you're really familiar to me, but i don't know you...." what a horrible time for it to start happening, tho. or is there some kind of reaper trigger, and if he'd stayed in boytoy and found someone else to take home, would he still remember what it was like to suck brian off? well, ow. (but maybe it's good brian passed out right then....)

(and the longer hair! *squee* )

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

This is one of those things that'd be clearer if you knew DLM canon, but I'm torn, should I tell you all now or bring it out through the storytelling?

(Hee! I was starting to think my nod to my own hairfetish was going to go unnoticed in all the ow ;)

[lexii314.livejournal.com]

Very sad.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

*pats*

[kattyerin.livejournal.com]

gah! i crawled out of the corner, just to crawl right back!!

"God, I love wh-"

And it was gone. The memory he'd held in his mind not a moment ago swelled inside him like a rising soap bubble and -popped-, noiselessly if not painlessly. And was gone.

*weeps*

[valerie-z.livejournal.com]

I wonder if my boss would understand if I said I have to leave work early because Justin's losing his memories and I keep crying about it.

Is it the saying-it-aloud that does it? Does that mean, if he told Brian he loves him, he'd then forget that he loves Brian?

::sob::

I hate you. And I love you. Writemorenow.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

(Yes, but do you blame me?)

*pats*

[wickedripeplum.livejournal.com]

Just started reading this last night. Thank god I didn't start until then, since last night I needed something long and interesting to get me over my hump of exhaustion. So not only did I really enjoy my night, you performed an important service for in helping me reregulate my sleep schedule. Anyway, this is all kinds of fantastic.

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Hee! Glad to be of service, and thank you ;)

[xanphibian.livejournal.com]

*insert fishlike mouth movements*

[altricial.livejournal.com]

You've got to be kidding me. *slits wrist*

[chinawolf.livejournal.com]

Waaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

*cries*

[kitkatbyte.livejournal.com]

OH WOW. I am, like, deleriously happy but at the same time, SO SCARED. :((

Is this reunion AND farewell?

[colleen2328.livejournal.com]

Oh, I hope not. They each have the magic touch as far as the other is concerned, but what a high price! I love how you have twined the canons of DLM and QAF around each other like the double helix of DNA. It makes a strong and realistic foundation for your imaginationa and humor.