Trivial Pursuit, Part 1 Pittsburgh The first time you kiss him after you packed your entire life into a suitcase and left to pursue a career in a strange city, is at exactly twenty-five minutes and twelve seconds after midnight on a Saturday morning. It�s been precisely four weeks and three days since you last touched him, and the ache in your gut has never been this piercing. You calculated the moment of your reunion down to the nanosecond, for you will not jinx it by showing up on a Friday night falling on a thirteenth. You leave your bags at the loft and follow your instincts to the Diner, where you find the �vette parked across the street. You know Michael and the boys routinely drag him out to entertainment these days�keeping his evenings busy, eventful. You know because you keep tabs on him through the extended family, and feel little remorse in doing so. If asked, he himself would never give you anything less than a fabulous account of his well-being, so you have to use other channels. No one exactly says the words, but you know that he�s lonely. As lonely as you are. So you lean back against the �vette and you take out your cell and punch in his number. He answers on the third ring and his voice is the most beautiful sound you have ever heard in your life. Hey, he breathes, and you ask him to come out to the �vette. The surprised pause only lasts three seconds before you hear the muted fuck, move! on the line, as he makes his way out of the booth probably blocked by either Michael or Em. And then he�s out of the Diner and in the warm spring night, standing right in front of you. You watch the smile slowly spread across his face and you know it matches the grin on your own, and then he takes two strides and suddenly you�re in his arms�your back pressed against the �vette�s door, his mouth pressed against yours. His lips are soft and moist, and you breathe in his scent, letting it warm your insides, as you kiss him hard and frantic�making up for all the emptiness of the past four weeks. When he pulls back and his questioning eyes look into yours, you smile and stroke your fingers through his hair. �I told you we�re going to see each other all the time,� you say, and the answering flicker in his eyes makes your throat turn tight. He remembers, of course, the promise you made to him. And suddenly you have your answer. His loneliness has been as real, as achingly deep as your own. That night he lays you down under the muted lights above his bed, covers your body with his, and worships you with his lips and his mouth and his hands. You moan and arch against him, your body aching for his touch, as his hands wander your arms and legs and stomach, and his mouth travels down your body�his tongue laving a path from your neck down to your chest, past your sternum, dipping in your navel, and finally wrapping around your throbbing cock. He milks you for all you�re worth and after you�ve come inside his throat from the most amazing blowjob you�ve gotten in over a month, he grabs your hips, wraps your legs around his waist and slowly slips inside you. He fucks you hard and fast, panting in your face, his silky dark hair plastered over his forehead. He stares into your eyes, watching you closely, his eyes twinkling with emotions you have only recently started to read in them�pain, anguish, loss, hope�and when you pull at his shoulders to bring him down into a kiss, he obliges, letting you plunder his sweet mouth with your desperate tongue. His hips piston against yours faster and faster and when his teeth tug at your upper lip, you moan and come again, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling hard at the strands�and he soon follows you into his own release, sighing your name against your neck. You feel depleted, broken, devastated and you want nothing more than to crawl into his arms and tell him you can�t do this, that you can�t be without him. You want to say that he must let you come back, please let me come back. And just as your arms tighten around his neck and the sob builds in your chest, you feel his long fingers running through your hair soothingly, and his lips brush against your hairline and then he�s looking into your eyes�his gaze loving, steady. "You�re going to be all right, Justin," he tells you. "Always know this: we made the right decision. Never doubt yourself. You are destined to go places no one has ever gone before and I know that everything will be just fine." A sad, rueful smile tugs at his lips and then his eyes sparkle with hope. "Christ, you�re going to be absolutely fantastic�I know it." And that�s when you know you can�t come back. Not before you�ve fulfilled your �destiny�. He�s wrong. You and he didn�t make the decision. Only you did. You decided to get out into the world and make a career for yourself. And you must finish what you started. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Ginelli You knew making it in New York would not be an easy task and you�re not surprised to find that you were right about that. You had, however, made some contacts while in Pittsburgh, many of them courtesy of Lindsay. So when weeks have passed and you are tired of struggling, you finally decide to use the names in your little black book�and find yourself at a small gallery on 57th Street. The owners are a middle-aged married couple named Vincent and Maria Ginelli, both in their late fifties, who started this gallery twenty-two years ago and who are now looking for someone to help them manage their small establishment. You meet them and they love you at first sight. As it turns out, they have a son in the Navy exactly your age, whose current posting has him stuck on a freighter somewhere off the coast of Turkey, and who hasn�t been home for five months. Maria Ginelli says, you remind her of him and they want you to start right away. That night you call to tell him of your new job, and he laughs on the phone. �What did I tell you?� he asks. �I knew you�d be fine, Sunshine. You always are.� And you want to tell him that you miss him and that you wish he were there with you or that you were in the loft with him. But you don�t. You know the task before you. You have to succeed, you have to prove that you indeed will be fine. This is only the first step. The first step in finding your way back to the man you love. The man you�re determined not to lose. Ever again. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Fiber You always knew that he loved you. You knew before he ever caught a clue himself. You knew during the breathtaking highs of your non-relationship, and you knew during the soul-crushing lows. It showed in the way he looked at you, and in the things he did for you, even when he couldn�t say the words. You would be a liar if you didn�t admit that you also lost sight of this pertinent fact a couple of times during the past five years or so. Thankfully, you always came to your senses before it was too late. But you can also feel that it�s different this time. That he is different. He�s more open and vulnerable and although you suspect that he always was vulnerable with you, this is the first time he has let you see it willingly. And seeing him vulnerable and open fills you with a tenderness you never felt before, and at the same time scares you shitless. Because this time you know the reins of your entwined lives are in your hands and you must not fuck this up. When Brian Kinney finally scaled down the walls around his heart and bared his soul to you, he meant it with every fiber of his being. He did everything you knew he was capable of and gave everything they said he would never give you. He opened up his heart and told you he loved you and then never went back inside the shell again. *~*~*~*~*~*~* Fool You find it heartwarming to realize that, for some inexplicable reason, your mom has sort of adopted him. She was the only one who made an attempt to talk sense into you, in that roundabout way she employs when it concerns your love life, the last time you walked out on him. Your mom: Brian Kinney�s defender. It might have been funny if you had been coherent enough to actually recognize her tactic for what it was at the time: a mother�s concern for her son making the wrong decision about the right person. Like you said, it might have been funny. Now, though, it only leaves you with a feeling of respite, like having found a port in the middle of the waves of uncertainty. Knowing that your mother is making sure your lover knows he�s part of the Taylor fold, even if the resident Taylor is on a career hunt elsewhere, is a reassurance you desperately needed. She tells you that she now recognizes Brian for the man he is. He�s the man who was always there for her son whenever he needed him. He�s the man who�s probably the only one who has ever loved her son unconditionally, and never expected anything in return. She says she�d be a fool not to keep him close this time. *~*~*~*~*~*~* New York The first time he shows up in New York after you made it your home is exactly six months and fourteen hours to the day you left. He says it�s for business and that he�s scoping out some big name clients that had been pursuing Kinnetik for the past few months. And you know it�s true. Kinnetik has made a reputation for itself as the quintessential boutique ad firm from Pittsburgh and is now being tracked by the bigwigs from across the nation. And it�s all because of Brian Kinney; the Clio winning, hard playing, advertising star with his own success story. He�s the coolest thing to come out of Gay Pittsburgh and you know that if there is anyone who can cater to the big names in the business industry, it�s Kinnetik. But you also know that a big part of why he came to spend two weeks in New York City and kept the nights open for you was because he wanted to spend time with you. He even spent two nights in your one-room...
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