“How are you doing? Is the surgery still set for Friday?”
He nodded. “Yeah, and my kidney values have been normal for ten days now, so everyone’s very optimistic about it.”
I’m really curious about how that will go. As I said several chapters ago, I kinda want more Ben-related angst, because I like how you write it and how it shakes up the B/J dynamic. I’d also like it if something happened in Brian and Justin’s (internal) world and made them unable to focus as much on the external events with Ben…because life is like that sometimes.
(I’m not sure whether the Ring Argument (that’s what I’m calling the last scene of this chapter ) will carry over directly into plot/dialogue in the next chapter, or whether it will become an undertone to other things, at least temporarily.)
Ben raised an eyebrow. “You have insomnia?”
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “I just have some trouble sleeping. It comes and goes.”
“Because Brian’s gone?” He looked uncertain.
I laughed a little. “You make me sound like a lost little boy scared of the dark. No, it’s not that. I have nightmares, if he’s here, he wakes me up, if he’s not, I have the whole thing. It’s not a big deal.”
Sheesh, Justin…Don’t exaggerate for dramatic effect, or anything. *snort* It makes sense that he’d try to minimize the issue here. (Maybe because he thinks other people can’t help or offer useful suggestions?)
It hadn’t snowed in days, just a messy combination of sleet and rain that left everything looking kind of flattened and wet. But the lights on the house sparkled in the moist air, and reflected off the puddles on the ground.
I like that he finds a moment of peace/enjoyment here.
I hesitated, and called his number and left a message on his voice mail. “Hey, call me when you get this.” I didn’t know why I did that. He might not check his messages until the next day, and I knew he’d come straight home.
Sighhhh…Even if we haven’t done exactly this, I think we all know that feeling.
Brian’s POV
When I came in the door, Justin was waiting in the hall. He had dark circles under his eyes, and when I held him, he sighed.
I felt my lips folding in, and I half wanted to walk away and half wanted to fuck Justin on the floor of the hall.
Yes. Good way to describe that contradictory state.
We went upstairs, and we both got undressed and into bed. The room was dark, and he felt smooth and warm under my hands. He lay on his back and pulled me down on him, but I resisted and turned him over with my hands, urging him up on his knees while I reached for the lube.
I slid my finger inside him, and he pushed back on it and moaned. I hesitated, then let my thumb rest at his hole, waiting until he felt open, and pressed it inside him, next to my finger. He groaned and I felt him straining against me, and then it slid in, the tight ring clamping down on the base of my thumb.
Thumbs always make things interesting. Anyhoo…
He gripped my forearms with his hands, and pushed himself up and back down, and let his head fall back on my shoulder.
…I clamped my teeth down hard on his shoulder, and he said, “Brian,” and my fingers tightened on his thighs again. I tried to move my hand towards his cock, but he held it away, and started groaning while he raised and lowered himself on me.
Hot. And the biting/fingernail scratches/‘burning’ orgasm are good details. Foreshadowing for later in the chapter, maybe?
I pulled out the folder I kept it in, and brushed against the corner of the box Justin’s and my wedding rings were in. I opened the box and walked away from the safe, over to the desk, and sat down. They looked just like they always did, smooth and platinum, catching the light.
This is when I was sure, on the first reading, that they were going to have a confrontation about the rings (and other stuff associated with them, of course).
rambly feedback, part 3
He nodded. “Yeah, and my kidney values have been normal for ten days now, so everyone’s very optimistic about it.”
I’m really curious about how that will go. As I said several chapters ago, I kinda want more Ben-related angst, because I like how you write it and how it shakes up the B/J dynamic. I’d also like it if something happened in Brian and Justin’s (internal) world and made them unable to focus as much on the external events with Ben…because life is like that sometimes.
(I’m not sure whether the Ring Argument (that’s what I’m calling the last scene of this chapter ) will carry over directly into plot/dialogue in the next chapter, or whether it will become an undertone to other things, at least temporarily.)
Ben raised an eyebrow. “You have insomnia?”
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. “I just have some trouble sleeping. It comes and goes.”
“Because Brian’s gone?” He looked uncertain.
I laughed a little. “You make me sound like a lost little boy scared of the dark. No, it’s not that. I have nightmares, if he’s here, he wakes me up, if he’s not, I have the whole thing. It’s not a big deal.”
Sheesh, Justin…Don’t exaggerate for dramatic effect, or anything. *snort* It makes sense that he’d try to minimize the issue here. (Maybe because he thinks other people can’t help or offer useful suggestions?)
It hadn’t snowed in days, just a messy combination of sleet and rain that left everything looking kind of flattened and wet. But the lights on the house sparkled in the moist air, and reflected off the puddles on the ground.
I like that he finds a moment of peace/enjoyment here.
I hesitated, and called his number and left a message on his voice mail. “Hey, call me when you get this.” I didn’t know why I did that. He might not check his messages until the next day, and I knew he’d come straight home.
Sighhhh…Even if we haven’t done exactly this, I think we all know that feeling.
Brian’s POV
When I came in the door, Justin was waiting in the hall. He had dark circles under his eyes, and when I held him, he sighed.
I felt my lips folding in, and I half wanted to walk away and half wanted to fuck Justin on the floor of the hall.
Yes. Good way to describe that contradictory state.
We went upstairs, and we both got undressed and into bed. The room was dark, and he felt smooth and warm under my hands. He lay on his back and pulled me down on him, but I resisted and turned him over with my hands, urging him up on his knees while I reached for the lube.
I slid my finger inside him, and he pushed back on it and moaned. I hesitated, then let my thumb rest at his hole, waiting until he felt open, and pressed it inside him, next to my finger. He groaned and I felt him straining against me, and then it slid in, the tight ring clamping down on the base of my thumb.
Thumbs always make things interesting. Anyhoo…
He gripped my forearms with his hands, and pushed himself up and back down, and let his head fall back on my shoulder.
…I clamped my teeth down hard on his shoulder, and he said, “Brian,” and my fingers tightened on his thighs again. I tried to move my hand towards his cock, but he held it away, and started groaning while he raised and lowered himself on me.
Hot. And the biting/fingernail scratches/‘burning’ orgasm are good details. Foreshadowing for later in the chapter, maybe?
I pulled out the folder I kept it in, and brushed against the corner of the box Justin’s and my wedding rings were in. I opened the box and walked away from the safe, over to the desk, and sat down. They looked just like they always did, smooth and platinum, catching the light.
This is when I was sure, on the first reading, that they were going to have a confrontation about the rings (and other stuff associated with them, of course).