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If someone had known

AU: Takes place about a year after season one, but completely bypasses the original season two so no spoilers for that are here

Summary: Brian has a dark secret he shares with only Justin and is surprised at the reaction of him.

Warnings: Yes, rape, abuse and suicide (no major character death)

Author’s notes: As a victim of rape and abuse myself I thought it would be a good idea to write about it from Brian’s point of view and maybe help other people in this situation know that there is a way out of the pain and suffering it causes, by simply telling someone and getting help. It won’t be easy reading in most parts, so please don’t read if you are easily hurt, thank you.

Posted in full,I should have posted it this way to begin with

Chapter One

Brian knew the moment he set eyes on Justin Taylor beneath the street lamp on Liberty Avenue a year ago, that he was the man that would change his life and make him see things in a different light.

The brunette had kept a dark secret from everyone in his life that mattered from the age of fourteen upwards, and only started thinking about it again when he met Justin and saw how brave he was about standing up for himself in all if not most, situations.
Something he himself was never able to do at that age and still isn’t at almost 30,at least that’s what’s he thinks.

For the last few months Brian has been seeing a Therapist dealing with the abuse and rapes he was a victim of from he was aged nine years old until he was seventeen.

“Good afternoon Mr Kinney, how are you today”? Asked Dr Harris

“I am nervous as fuck doc, I can’t believe I came here and have to deal with all this shit again, I think I am going to go crazy”! Replied Brian as he stretched himself out across the sofa he always made his when he entered the room.

“Perfectly normal Mr Kinney, especially at this stage in your treatment.
I know we have only discussed a small amount of what has happened to you, you said that you were abused by a cousin of yours from you were nine years old until you were seventeen, are you ready to go into detail about this yet”? The doctor asked as he went through Brian’s file.

Brian was fingering his jumper and didn’t really know what to say back at this because he had never spoke out loud about any of this to anyone, not even Michael, his best friend since high school.

“Why don’t you lie straight back across the sofa with your feet up and close your eyes, most people find that when they do that, words just flow from them very easily.
In your own time Mr Kinney”

The brunette lay across the sofa as he was instructed and closed his eyes and his mind went back to the very first incident when he was nine years old at his aunt’s house.

“I remember it was very windy the first time it happened and raining heavy as well.
Chapter Two

Everyone had gone to bed and I was sharing a room with my youngest cousin Connor, he was asleep.
I heard the door of the bedroom open and saw my eldest cousin coming into the room, and he got in bed beside me.
He wrapped his arms around me and held me tight telling me he was very cold and couldn’t get warmed up in his bedroom at all because it was freezing in there.
I told him I was cold too and he said we should keep each other warm.
We talked for a little while about things that happened that day and I noticed his hand had moved from my hip to the front of my pyjama bottoms and he began squeezing me there, it hurt me so I asked him to stop and he did.
We spoke a little bit more about things and then he told me to turn around and face him, so I did.
He took my hands in his and held it for a while, telling me how beautiful I was and how special I was and I remember I felt happy about hearing those words”.

Brian began to cry as he said the next part

“He took out his dick and he told me to touch it with both my hands and when I did he called me a good boy and he moved my hands up and down on it, then we heard a noise coming from the bathroom and very quickly he got out of the bed and fixed himself back into his pants and left the room without saying anything to me, I wondered what I did wrong.”

Dr Harris handed Brian some tissues and said “Its ok to cry Mr Kinney, You are so brave to say all of this out loud, most people go through their lives keeping what has happened to themselves and never telling anyone or getting help because they blame themselves instead of the person who was responsible for putting them into that position in the first place, do you need a time out Mr Kinney”?

“No” Replied Brain as he lay back down and closed his eyes “I wanna say more, I wanna get it all of my chest today and be done with it”.

“Ok, continue when you are ready,” said Dr Harris as he sat back into his leather chair and observed Brian as he took his next step into recovery.

“I guess the reason that last one sticks put in my head so much is probably because that was the first time anything happened, the rest are just bits and pieces and I have no idea about weather or who the fuck went to the bathroom or anything more specific than the event itself, so just bare with me if you can.

An earlier event as well was we were all in bed, my sister and I in single beds and my cousin in the spare at the other side of the room, the room wasn’t very big but it was big enough to hold three single beds and a dresser.

He got into the bed and lay behind me telling me what he always did, im special, beautiful yadda yadda and I believed him, it was not long after that his mom said that they were moving to England to live and I remember feeling happy but not knowing why.
Chapter Three

It didn’t really matter, I already knew I hated him touching me and I hated touching him too, I didn’t know what we were doing was wrong, but I knew I hated it.

They lived in England for about a year and then one evening at the dinner table my mom said that they were moving back over to this country and would be moving in with us until they could get a place of their own, about a week before they moved over I had a very itchy head and my mom checked it and told me it was red raw, so she took me to the doctor, he examined it and told my mom it was psoriasis and I must be stressed about something because that’s what causes it, I remember when we got home that day my mom said “And what could a stupid boy of your age have to be stressed about, its not worrying about paying the fucking bills anyway” I think it was round about this time I started to really hate my mother, but that’s another story.

My aunt and her five sons moved into our home and just took it over, they were noisy and very horrible to be around and after a while my cousin started getting into my bed beside me again and the touching started all over again too, but this time he would rub himself against my ass until his breathing sounded heavy and my neck became wet.”

“Mr Kinney, im afraid we are going to have to finish it there for today, you were so great to have gotten all of that out into the open today, how would you feel about writing it all out on paper and anything else you remember”?

Getting up from the sofa, Brian stretched and said “Yea, I will see what I can do, when’s the next appointment doc?

Dr Harris looked in his filofax and said How does this day week sound, or you can just give me a call when you have wrote everything out, no rush at all Mr Kinney, when you feel ready, I am always going to be here,”

“Thanks doc, and one more thing, stop with the whole “Mr Kinney shit, that’s what people refer to my old man as, its Brian” said the tall man as he put on his coat smiling at the thought of even being compared to his old man who he had as much time for as lifting up litter from the streets as.

“Very well Brian, we will see you when we see you then”.

That evening Brian went to the diner and hung out with Michael and the boy’s, had some dinner and let Justin suck him off in the men’s room.

“Want me to stop by the loft after my shift Brian”? Asked Justin as he wiped his mouth with some tissues

“Not tonight sunshine, I am washing my hair” replied Brian as he tucked himself away “I’ll call you tomorrow” he said to the the blond and kissed his cheek before exiting the bathroom and diner and heading back to the loft to do his task and spend time with his best friend “Beam” for the night.

Chapter Four

Brian switched off his mobile phone, landline phone, locked his front door and put on some soft music to get his mind relaxed and make himself feel like he was back in the warm office of his therapist so he could do what he had to…write everything that happened to him at the hands of his cousin for eight years.

Taking a bottle of Jim Beam from the fridge, a glass from the cupboard and shutting off all the lights, Brian took a notebook and bed from the bedside locker and lay across the bed and started writing about his child hood.

Brain Kinney September 2002

My horrible shitty past

Since I never did this before im not even sure what the fuck im doing but im going to give it my best shot anyway…here goes nothing.

It all started when I was nine, my cousin got into bed with me on a wet windy night…fuck that sounds so cliché, anyway he touched my dick and made me touch his and I just wanted him to go away, which he finally did when we heard someone going to use the bathroom. This happened until his family moved to England to live for about a year…until they came back and moved in with us until they could get a place of their own, but this time things changed when he got in bed beside me.

He would rub himself against my ass until his breathing got heavier and the back of my neck was wet, he still continued to touch my dick, so that didn’t change.

I am nearly sure it was a good year that they lived with us and every night the same thing would happen, but one night he put his dick into my hole and he told me not to cry when I did, but I couldn’t stop crying because it felt like he was putting a knife up there, so he stopped doing it after a few moments and went to his own bed.

When they moved out of our home into the house next door I was so happy he was going so he would stop doing those things to me and stop getting me to do things to him too.

One day not long after they had moved, I was watching a video called Dirty Dancing starring Patrick Swazey, when he came into the sitting room, we were alone in the house this day and it will stay in my head until my dieing day.

He said he heard I got my bedroom painted from they lived with us and asked me if he could see it, I said ok and took him up to my room and as soon as we got into my room he asked if my bed was new and I told him it was.

He went over and sat on it and I asked him if we could go back down stairs again, he said in a minute and told me to sit next to him because he liked it in my room, fuck, I wish I new better than to sit next to him because when I did he pushed me down on the bed and started kissing my lips really hard and I tried pushing him away but he was too strong for me and I couldn’t.

Chapter Five

He ran his hand up my bare leg and griped onto my dick telling me I was the most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his whole life and that he wanted more than anything to make love to me, and the next thing I knew, he turned me onto my stomach and pulled down my boxers and I felt that stabbing again when he pushed his dick inside my hole again, I will never forget the pain of it and this time he didn’t stop after just a few moments, this time he kept doing it until he came.

I know he came because after he did he told me that the white stuff on my bed was called come.

When he left I lay on my bed and cried for ages feeling really dirty and like I had done something very bad, when I felt something was wet on my ass I went into the bathroom and wiped a tissue inside and saw there was blood on it, a lot of blood and the pain I felt when he was inside me was still with me then, even though it had happened about an hour before that, so I thought that I could get the bleeding to stop by stuffing some tissue in it for a while, it did stop the bleeding but for days after, the pain still stayed.

I felt so ashamed of myself and so bad in a way I never felt before, I was eleven years old at the time.

Not long after that when I went into his house to visit my aunt because I thought he was away at his friend’s house, I went to use the toilet and he was coming out of the bathroom as I was going in.

After I had finished he was standing outside the door, he told me he had gotten a signed pic of Patrick Swayze that he won, and asked me if I wanted it, he didn’t have to ask me ask twice, so we went down to his room to get it, and then he locked the door.

When I realised he had locked his bedroom door I asked him to open it and let me out, I even begged him, but he said no.

He walked over to me and started stroking my cheek, telling me how special and beautiful I was but I crouched in behind his bed and told him he wasn’t going to put his dick into my ass again because it was very painful for me, to which he said he wouldn’t do that and didn’t even know why he did it because he knew it hurt me and he told me he was sorry for hurting me and promised not to do it again, I believed him and came out from behind his bed.

I asked him if I could have the pic and he got it out of his bedside locker and gave it to me.

Then he pushed me up against the wall and said, since I am giving that to you, why don’t you give me something in return, I didn’t know what he wanted but the next thing I knew he took his dick out from his pants and told me lick it like it was an ice lolly I love so much of late, all I could think of was I really wanted that signed pic to give to Michael.

Chapter Six

So I got down on my knees and licked it for a long time until he told me he wanted me to put it all into his mouth like a hot dog and suck on it, then I started choking a lot as it went down my throat and I kept thinking I was going to vomit.

I was twelve years old when this happened

When I went home that day I started to think about the only way to get any of what was happening to stop…was to kill myself, so I brought the kitchen knife into my bedroom and started cutting my left arm until it bled, that’s when my dad came into my bedroom saying “sonny boy, didn’t you hear your mother shouting you for your tea” saw the blood on the bed, and my arm and kicked the shit out of me for trying to seek attention when they were having a financial crisis and had to deal with that rather than a pathetic boy who has nothing better to do than cause them both to drink, I fucking hated my father from that day on, he only had himself and my fucking mother to blame for the financial crisis they were having, because they spent it all on booze and Claire and the fucking money box that priests send around the chapel at mass on Sundays.

Brian decided to get up and stretch his legs at this point and walked around the loft looking at how far he came in his life.

His own loft, top of the line appliances, Italian furniture, his own personally made alter…otherwise known as…his bed, a son that he loved more than life itself and a lover to match…he was very happy at how his life was given all the shit he kept to himself about his past.

He promised himself that seeing as Justin was the one that got him to admit to himself (unknowingly) that he needed to get help with his demons before he could make any real decisions about a future…that the moment he was done writing down what he had to before his next session…Justin could read it and know about that part of his life, the part he was too ashamed to tell anyone for fear of not being believed or being judged.

Positioning himself back on his alter with a fresh glass of Beam…Brian continued writing in his notebook.

One night I was in my room watching the other kids in the neighbourhood having snow ball fights, I was out earlier but had to come in before mom dad and Princess Claire went to a friend of dads house for the evening.

I remember wishing I didn’t have to be by myself when my bedroom door opened and in walked my cousin (be careful what you fucking wish for, right), I hadn’t seen him since that day he gave me the pic and made me give him the…blowjob in return.

I asked him what did he want to which he replied, I want to keep you company, suddenly I felt sick.

Chapter seven

He walked up to me until he was standing directly behind me and asked what was I watching that was holding my interest, I told him I was watching a snow ball fight between the boys on our block.

Then he began rubbing my shoulders and right away I knew what was coming, so I figured there’s nothing I can do to stop it, mom and dad wouldn’t believe me if I told them or even care so I might as well just do what ever he wants and get it over with, then he will go home and leave me alone…for a while at least.

He pulled me around so I was facing him and he said my name, I was really beginning to hate my name, especially the way he was saying it anyway, so I spared him vocal cords and simply said…just tell me what you want me to do, when he took out his dick I knew he wanted me to suck him off again, So I did.

When he left, I went to the bathroom and showered until my skin was raw, screaming and punching the cheap tiles that surrounded the shower walls, and then I dropped to my knees until I had cried so hard it felt like everything had left me, including my sanity.

When I went to bed that night, I prayed to the god my mother believes in, telling him I couldn’t take it anymore, I didn’t want to see my cousin again for as long as I live, but the next day he was in my house when I got up from bed with his mother, in my fucking kitchen…laughing, that’s when I believed there was no god, how could there be when me, a fourteen year old boy who never asked a thing of him in my life, asked this one thing and was refused it.

It was not long after that I asked big old Jack if I could have five dollars to participate in a course the school was doing, he gave me the worst kicking of my life, from the sitting room all the way up the stairs to my bedroom, I was covered in blood and my eyes had swollen up so bad that my face looked completely unrecognisable for nearly three weeks.

I hid myself away in my room and kept the door locked, not even opening it until everyone was in bed or had left the house, the night after the beating my pa shouted up to me after he had went down stairs again “sonny boy, I warned your mother before you were born that she have gotten an abortion the second she found out that you were a foetus, I told her you were a spawn of Satan himself and would cause us nothing but bother, then he laughed and said, looks like I wasn’t wrong huh.

Brian lit a cigarette and inhaled the smoke deeply, then he said out loud…”but I did amount to something, you sucking sack of shit, and I will never treat my son or Justin the way you treated me or mom, do you fucking hear Jack” he yelled as he looked up at the roof “Fucking burn in hell and meet saint fucking Joan at the gates”!

Brian began to cry violently into the pillow for a long time, he knew that if he was to continue with the writing he would need a time out so he picked up the phone on top of his bedside locker and switched it back to on.

Chapter eight

“Hi, how’s my blue eyed blond boy tonight”? Asked Brian with sarcasm that often set itself out plainly before Justin that he could sense something was bothering Brian.

“Umm, let me guess, you ran out of your fave conditioner and want me to pick you up some and bring it over, am I right”? He replied with a tone that told Brian he was alone at his and Daphne’s apartment and was in bed touching himself and probably thinking of him doing it.

“No smart ass, I want you to distract my mind from some shit I don’t want to think about, can we play a game”? He asked as he put the notebook and pen onto the floor and got undressed, leaving on his underwear.

“Ok, I can play your game, as long as it’s hot” Justin said in a hoarse voice

“I promise you it’s going to be hot,” replied Brian, “What are you wearing”? He asked the blond as he rubbed his hand from his chin to his cock

“Im wearing my boxers, do you want me to take them off”?

“No” replied Brian, ”Not yet, I want you to rub you nipples and get them hard, imagine it’s me getting them hard for you by sucking the them, and pinch them too”

Brian began doing the same thing to himself that he was telling Justin to do and he continued to speak on

“Move both your hands all the way down to your cock and take it out and stroke it really slowly for me” Brian said as he himself did the same.

At this point both he and Justin began to pant softly

“Briiian” purred Justin

“That’s it, say my name again sunshine, say it a lot, say it the way you know how I love hearing you say it when I am inside you” Brian said as he speeded up the stroking.

“Briiian” said Justin as he too speeded up his stroking “Fuck me harder Brian, please I need you so much, fuck me Brian, harder, faster Brian faster Brian, Brian, Brain, Brian, Brian aaaahhhhhhh fuck, he said shooting his load all over his stomach, while Brian shot his load over his stomach at the same time.

“Fuck me Brian, that was really fucking hot, I never had phone sex before…how about I come over and we can have the real thing”? He asked felling pleasantly sated

Chapter Nine

“Would you mind leaving it until tomorrow morning after your morning shift, im in the middle of doing something that I want to tell you about when you get here, but I still have more to do, so can you keep your dick in your pants till then, or do you need to go and fuck a Twinkie”? Laughed Brian

“Fuck you,” replied Justin, “Im not the one who fucks everyone in sight, that’s you”

“So I will see you in the morning then, ok?” Asked Brian

“Of course you’ll see me in the morning Brian” and then he took a deep breath and added “I love you Brian, I know you don’t believe in all that love stuff and it makes your dick soft even thinking about it but…I do love you whether you believe it or not”!

Brian thought to himself something he already knew all along but wouldn’t admit to himself or anyone “I believe you Justin, goodnight” and hung up.

After taking a shower and getting a sandwich Brian returned to his notebook and pen and began to write more.

Two days after the beating I was in the kitchen getting a sandwich, mom and dad were at work and Claire was at school. my cousin came into the house trough the back door which was always unlocked incise someone got home early and had lost their key.

He asked me what had happened and I told him the usual story I had accustomed to telling everyone after a beating from the old man...I had fell down the stairs to the basement, he stroke my face and asked did my parents take me to see a doctor, I told him of course they had and I was okay.

I went into the sitting room and sat down to eat my sandwich when he said… he was thinking about me last night while he was having sex with his girlfriend and wished it was me he was doing it with.

I got up from the sofa leaving the remainder of my sandwich on the table and tried to run upstairs but couldn’t because every bone in my body felt broken and really hurt a lot, he watched me struggle getting up the stairs and all I could think was getting into that room and locking it from the inside, hoping he would leave, but when I got inside the room he pushed passed and closed the door himself, I went over and sat on the bed, thinking just let it be over what ever it is he wants, I don’t have the energy to fight him and before I knew what I was going to say, I heard myself say “Just do what ever you want and leave me alone please”, then he lifted my top and started kissing my stomach and told me I was hottest guy he had ever seen in his life and he was in love with me, he told me to take of my pants and under wear and lay on the bed on my stomach and he would make me feel good, so good I would never forgot it.

Then he raped me again, and despite my asking to stop and begging him…continuing until the end.
Chapter Ten

After he was finished he lay beside for ages while I cried, stroking my arm and telling me he was sorry for going so hard when I must still be a little sore from falling down the stairs, he had no fucking idea how in pain I was, physically and emotionally and mostly because of him, emotionally.

After a little while I began to feel nothing inside, except emptiness, I felt completely hollow.

Before he left he threw twenty dollars on my bed and said, “Here, buy yourself something nice next time you’re in town” kissed my cheek and looked into my eyes and said “I love you so much Brian”

After that it was touching and blow jobs until I was seventeen when his mom got offered a new job in a new town that far away from this town, and I knew then that everything he put me through would be in the past, and it would stay there for ever.

I finished high school and went to collage, got a place of my own on money I made doing odd jobs and working in a cinema, shit jobs but the pay was good.

I promised myself that that part of my life was over, no more being a fuck toy and a punch bag for me, I was done with that.

When I left college I had fucked practically most of the students there, gay, straight or undecided and felt in complete control of my life.

An intern job came up at an advertising agency called Ryder and I applied and got the job there after the first interview, I am currently there and not only that…I have just been made partner.

I have a son whom I adore and a…partner called Justin who came into my life on the night he was born and I couldn’t be happier with how things have turned out in my life from the wet and windy night when I was nine years old.

Brian smiled as he closed the book and set it…along with the pen on top of the bedside locker, he knew that he had gotten through the part of writing it out and reading it over, despite how hard it was, and he felt like a burden had been lifted from his shoulders.

The next morning when he got up, pissed and showered, made some coffee, unlocked the loft door, (Justin had his own key) he took the book from the bedside locker and brought it over to the table in the dinette and waited for Justin to arrive, he fell asleep.

It was the sound of the loft door being pulled shut by Justin that woke him an hour later.

“Justin, what time is it”? He asked through a yawn

“Its ten thirty” replied the blond as he took off his carry on book bag and coat, he then leant down and kissed Brian passionately on the lips.

Chapter Eleven

“So how are you today Brian”? Justin asked as he sat down on the sofa beside him

Brian thought he would leave the sarcasm and bullshit he usually came up with when asked that question behind and simply said…”Not bad sunshine, I have had better days”!

Brian proceeded to tell Justin that for the last six months he had been seeing a therapist for something that had happened in his teens, and because it was something that Justin had told him one night was the reason he sought out the therapist, that he was willing to share it all with him, and only him, because he trusted him and knew he wouldn’t betray him.

“I wrote everything in this book Justin, and I want you to read it all and if you fucking pity me after reading it, we are done, I don’t want anyone’s pity, ok”? He asked as he handed his lover the book

“Fine, I won’t pity you” the blond mumbled

Brian handed Justin the notebook and said, “I am heading to the grocers to pick up a few things” and on that last word was out the loft door.

Justin opened the book and began reading it, the more he read the more he felt bad for Brian and the more he felt sick also, he began to cry.

When he finished the book he put it on the table and lay down on the sofa and cried violently into the cushion, he cried for what felt like a long time, until he heard the loft door open and Brian walked in.

He walked right up to Brian and hugged him really tight until he cried out his last tear, Brian gently walked them both over to the sofa as he held Justin in his arms

“Its ok Justin, I am ok now” Said Brian as he held the blond a little tighter

Brian pulled back Justin’s head from his shoulder so he could look into his eyes, they were red raw and it looked like he had been crying for ages, he wiped away the tears and gently kissed his mouth.

“I am okay Justin,” he repeated

Justin looked at him and said, “No you aren’t Brian, but I believe you will be, and I believe I will be too” he replied as he moved his eye’s from Brian’s to his knee’s

Brian Knew there was something Justin wanted to say…but couldn’t

“Justin, did someone do something to you”? He asked, feeling sick at what he thought the answer might be.

Chapter Twelve

Justin got up from the sofa and walked over to the window and looked out at the street that had been filled with snow from the night before, Brian got up and followed him.

Taking a deep breath Justin relied “When I was twelve my mom and dad went out to party at the country club and left Molly and me at our aunt Nora’s house, but she wasn’t due home from work until ten that night so we had to sit in the sitting room with uncle Joe until she got home, Molly loved Joe but I didn’t, I hated him.

Justin took a deep breath and Brian could see him struggling to find the right words so he held him and said “Its ok Justin, in your own time”

He continued on “ The reason I hated him was because…a week before, when there was a party at our house, not long after I came out, he came into my room with a bible he had found in the drawer downstairs, and told me there was something in it he wanted to talk to me about, then he started talking about how being gay was an abomination to god and that because I was gay I was going to hell with all the other filthy faggots”

Brian held Justin from behind and spoke softly into his ear “Fuck him Justin, he had no right to say that to you, you are worth ten million of him”

Justin turned in Brian’s arms and faced him and spoke again “He raped me Brian, the music downstairs was so loud no one even fucking heard my screams, he pushed me down onto my bed and ripped my pyjama bottoms off and raped me, I wanted to die in that moment because the pain I felt was just unbearable, and the more I screamed the more it almost felt like I would die, like I was being stabbed, he fucking raped me…he raped me”

Justin fell to his knee’s in Brian’s arms and they both stayed in that position until he stopped crying.

Brian felt like someone had took a knife and stuck it straight through his gut, he could understand why all that shit happened to him but not Justin, not his sunshine.

Taking a deep breath Brain asked, “Did you anyone about this Justin”?

“A few days after it happened I had worked myself into the right frame of mind and was going to tell my mom, I knew she was in the kitchen because I could hear her, she had just been on the phone.

I went in there and she was at the sink, I sat at the table and said we need to talk about something, that I had something important to tell her.

I could see her shoulders shaking so I knew she was crying, when I asked her what was wrong she told me she just got off the phone to aunt Nora and that uncle Joe had hung himself in their shed, so I never told her or anyone”.

Brian and Justin lay in each other’s arms on Brian’s bed at Justin’s request because no matter what was happening in his life he always felt safe there, Brian told Justin it was the same for him, they both fell asleep.


Brian took Justin to his next appoint to see Dr Harris and got him to take on Justin as a patient as well, and he agreed.

Five years later after much heartache, Brian and Justin learned new ways to cope with what had happened to them, and realised that instead of blaming themselves they should have been blaming their attackers.

They told only each other when they had their off days and vowed to never trust any of the gang with what they went through, not for fear of being believed or judged but because it was none of their business.

Brian opened his own advertising firm and called it Kinnetic and bought a mansion in the country for his prince, they christened every room in the house on the first day they viewed it, having asked the realtor who happened to be a certain Jen Taylor, to give them some time alone to view the premises.

After the last place the made love in, which was the largest sitting room in the house in front of the open fires they had lit when they first walked in with jean Justin spoke

“I think we should call our home Bri-tin”

Brian pulled him close and replied “well other half of Bri-tin…I love you, always have, always will” and they both made love again sealing their vow of a committed relationship.


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