Born To Love You

Brian's POV

1)
I was so fucking pissed about this, about everything. Since the doctor told me that I have cancer all I could think about was my father, dying of this shit, dying of cancer. I knew I wouldn’t die, at least not because of this, not now, but it reminded me what he was telling me when I told him that I was gay, that I was the one who should die. Fuck Jack! And now I had to be thankful for winning a stupid bet and got blown by a doctor, who warned me about my sick ball. This sucks!


2)
And when it wasn’t Jack that came to my mind, it was my mother, and that always lead me to Debbie, who still wouldn’t talk me. Well, I hadn’t seen her in a while, since I barely left my loft and could barely eat anything other than low carbs. But I knew that if she knew about my cancer she would be here, at least once a day and she would make me eat even more chicken soup and she would tell me that everything would be good again. And I would believe her, because a mother never lies, right?


3)
Justin was so patient, he was just there, he didn’t say anything, he didn’t ask for anything, he just took what I gave him and most of time it had been blowjobs. Not that I didn’t like to blow him, I always did, but fucking him was the better option. And he knew the pain was gone and so did I, but something didn’t work right. It was in my head, not in my dick, I'd already figured that out. I started to get angry about it.

"You can go out, you know?“

He nodded while drawing me. "I know.“


4)
"You don’t have to sit here all the time holding my hand. Go get some guy and…“

"Fuck him for you?“

He finished my sentence, I hated that. "Not for me, for you.“

He was still drawing. "If I need a fuck, I'll go out for it, I promise. Okay?“

Then he looked up, with this I have a great idea look. "How about going out? Tomorrow? We could go to Babylon, dancing.“

"Dancing?“ I probably sounded a little to bored.

"If you don’t want to, fine.“ He shrugged. "I thought you might wanna go out.“

I did. "I do.“


TBC