The final chapter is here! This one's a bit longer than the rest, so enjoy! A little more smut and fluff ahead. It seems to be unavoidable with these two...

That evening, after a few more rigorous rounds of fucking and a lazy afternoon spent flipping aimlessly through shows on T.V., the two lovers were sprawled across the couch, Justin sleepily resting between Brian's legs, his head on his chest. Brian was slowly stroking the blonde's skin, tracing his nails lightly up and down the sensitive flesh of his forearm, his other hand secured around Justin's waist. Justin hummed low in his throat. "Feel good, Sunshine?" Brian rasped.

"Mmmm…." Justin murmured, nuzzling his head underneath Brian's chin like a contented cat. Brian chuckled, happy to continue his gentle ministrations, and pressed a soft kiss to his younger lover's temple. He loved feeling Justin in his arms, and a sleepy, affectionate Justin was simply irresistible. Just then, Justin's stomach rumbled and he squirmed in Brian's lap.

"Sounds like we need to feed the monster that is your stomach," he joked, using his left hand to tickle Justin's belly. A choked laugh escaped the blonde.

"Hey!" he protested with a gasp. Justin clamped his hands down on Brian's roaming fingers, hoping to stop the tickling sensation. "Brian!" He was short of breath now, cheeks turning red.

"Alright, alright. I'll stop…for now." Brian stopped his torment. "What do you want to eat?" He couldn't stop a brief snicker at Justin's expense.

Justin huffed, his body relaxing back against his larger lover. He tilted his head up and pressed a kiss to the bottom of Brian's chin. "How 'bout…you," He grinned.

"Cheeky little shit." Brian curled his lips into his mouth and wrapped his arms tightly around Justin's waist, tucking his face into the blonde's shoulder.

Justin stifled another laugh, moaning as Brian's tongue snuck out to meet his collarbone. "Let's order Thai and have it delivered. I don't want to move." His head tilted to the side to allow Brian more access, eyes fluttering closed as Brian's teeth nibbled the sensitive skin, breath becoming heavy.

"Mmm, go ahead," Brian conceded, continuing on his path up Justin's neck. He fumbled for the phone, which lay on the coffee table to their right and dropped it into Justin's lap.

The blonde's eyes shot open and dropped to the weight on his thighs. He groaned. "You expect me to call?" he whined, his breath catching as Brian again nipped at the skin behind his ear.

"Yeah Sunshine. Make the call. I've got my own meal right here."

Justin squirmed, trying to distance himself from his amorous lover as he dialed the familiar number. "Yes, hello? I'd like to place an order for-" He jerked forward. "Brian, stop it!...Sorry sir. Yes, delivery please. I'd like-Brian!" Red rose high on his cheeks, arousal flooding his system and overriding any anger that tried to surge forward. Prying Brian's hands off of his waist, he wiggled away, just enough to rattle off his list of requests without interruption, before Brian seized him around the hips again as he pressed 'end'. "Brian! I sounded like an idiot!"

Brian was distracted by the flush spreading down Justin's neck and across the top of his chest. "So what? He doesn't know you. Now, come here," he growled.

"Bri," Justin protested again mildly. When Brian leaned in to capture the blonde's lips though, all protests died and he eagerly accepted the kiss.

Minutes later, Brian had Justin pushed flat on his back on the couch, legs splayed wide to accept the brunette's weight between them and hands pushed above his head. The older man pulled back to stare at Justin, pleased at how easily he could affect him. The blonde's lips were swollen and pink, puffing out hot breaths of air, his eyes heavily lidded. His erection was straining against the confines of his sweats and he strained his head upward, seeking out Brian's lips again. Brian teased him briefly, leaning farther away and Justin's eyes narrowed, his mouth turning down in a frown. Brian smirked and sank back down, lapping lightly at the plush lips.

Just as Justin rocked his hips up to meet his lover's heavy erection the buzzer sounded through the loft. Justin dropped his head back with a sigh. "Guess we should get that," he whispered mournfully.

Brian pushed himself to his knees and stood up next to the couch, bestowing one last parting squeeze to Justin's cock before heading to the door to buzz up the deliveryman. He heard a loud groan erupt from behind him and a thud as Justin dropped his feet to the floor. He smiled to himself, happiness surging inside him once again that Justin was back where he belonged. A moment later there was a knock on the metal door. Brian slid it open and made the exchange, keeping one eye turned towards his blonde lover and ignoring the interested looks he was receiving from the deliveryman. He turned back to the couch as he slid the door shut with a bang, setting the bag down on the coffee table.

Distracted now by the food, Justin leaned forward and starting taking everything out. Brian allowed the smile threatening to break across his face to surface in a quirk of his lips. He never did understand how such a lean young twink could consume so much food without so much as gaining a pound. The younger man never seemed to gain anything despite the countless carbs and sweets he indulged in. Brian usually loved to tease him about it, but after the last few days, it was a comfort to see something so normal and he simply indulged himself by watching the blonde.

Barely twenty minutes later, most of the food had been consumed and containers were strewn across the table. Justin groaned and tossed his napkin down, leaning back on the couch. He closed his eyes, intent on ignoring the uncomfortably full feeling he was currently enduring. After a few seconds he could feel Brian's penetrating stare on him and he popped an eye open. Brian had one eyebrow raised, a smirk on his lips. "That's not helping, you know." Justin pouted.

Brian's smirk widened. He reached out a hand. "C'mere Sunshine." Brian again slid his left leg against the back of the couch and gently pulled Justin closer, turning him so his back once again rested against his chest. Justin sighed. Content to have Justin in his arms, Brian rested his cheek on top of the blonde's head and slowly began to massage the sides of his stomach using the tips of his fingers.

Relaxing, Justin felt all the tension in his body recede. After a few minutes Justin broke the silence. "Bri?" he started tentatively.

"Hmm." Brian's motions didn't stop, didn't even pause.

Justin hesitated, before pushing on. "I know you probably don't want to talk about it, but we should really discuss what happened before I left." His voice was almost a whisper.

This time Brian paused, but he didn't stop. "What about it Justin?"

Nervously, Justin started twisting the fabric of his shirt. "About why we called off the wedding." His voice hitched midsentence and lowered to a soft whisper. He hated bringing up tense subjects with Brian. They both always somehow ended up hurt. But he knew they needed to talk about this, about why they had decided to not go through with it. His heart still ached over how they had left that particular aspect of their lives together. He had put on a bold front when they made the decision and told the rest of the family, but inside, he was constantly and desperately fighting the sadness that threatened to overwhelm him. He had wanted to marry Brian, the love of his life, so, so badly, to share his life with him under that commitment.

Brian's hands had stilled at Justin's sides, his fingers tense and unmoving. "What is there to talk about?" His voice was gruff, though not unkind.

"Don't do that," Justin implored quietly, "Let's just talk about this…please." His knuckles were turning white as they twisted his shirt in tight circles. He tried to turn his body so he could see Brian's face, but the older man held him firmly in place. "Brian? Please."

A puff of air blew over the top of his head, the hair fluffing out erratically. "Okay. What is it exactly that you want to discuss?" Brian clenched his jaw to avoid saying anything he'd regret.

"I guess we should start with the bachelor party." He paused. "And why you turned those guys down. It wasn't like you."

Brian took a deep breath. "Wasn't it? Justin, I had just told you I loved you for the first time recently, bought you a fucking mansion to prove it, and proposed. I mean, fuck! None of that was "like" me, but it doesn't mean it was insincere." He trailed off, swallowing to compose himself. "You are the most important person in my life. Why would I do any of those things except to make you happy, to see that sunshine smile. The bachelor party was tempting, I'll admit. I wasn't going to change overnight, but Justin, we were celebrating our upcoming wedding. Why the fuck would I have jeopardized that for a trick?" He stopped, unable to go on, a lump stuck in his throat.

Justin had tears in his eyes. His voice was raspy when he asked, "and the cuddling? What was that?"

Brian curled his lips inside his mouth, struggling to come up with the words to explain. His arms slid around Justin's waist to pull him closer to his body and he rested his forehead on his younger lover's shoulder.

"Brian?" Justin prompted, trying to turn towards the older man again, but was held fast by the rigid bindings of Brian's arms.

"I don't know if I can explain that in the same way."

"Then don't. Just explain to me why you said it. What made you think that was what I wanted from you?"

"I don't know exactly. I guess I was– I didn't want to lose you. I suppose I figured if I didn't act any different with you, you would always think I was the same Brian, that I wouldn't hesitate to fuck you and move on to someone else, to fuck around on you. I know I told you when I proposed that I couldn't promise monogamy, but I still wanted to try to trick less. I guess I thought that if I could show you I wasn't the same, that I could change, appreciate you more than I had in the past, that you would trust me more. But that backfired completely…because instead of trusting me more, you rejected what we were moving towards."

By then, big hot drops of tears were streaming down Justin's cheeks. He sniffled, lifting a hand to wipe his eyes. He felt utterly miserable and stupid. Why did they always have to live by big dramatic moments? Why couldn't they talk like normal people and figure things out before they got way out of hand? His breath felt heavy in his chest, almost like he couldn't move the air properly.

"Justin, Sunshine, you need to breathe." Brian carded his fingers through the silky blonde strands. "Come on," he urged, stroking his other hand down Justin's side hoping to calm him down.

Justin struggled to control his breathing, fighting to take a deep breath, but only managing small swift inhales. He couldn't seem to take in enough air and he was feeling panicky and light-headed.

"Come on, Sunshine," Brian said, moving so Justin's legs fell to the floor. He pushed Justin over until he was bent in half, head between his knees. "Breathe, Justin! Deep breaths." Brian himself now was feeling particularly panicked. He'd been through this with Justin before after nightmares and encounters with large crowds after the bashing, but this time he couldn't pinpoint exactly what had prompted this.

Taking in more air, Justin was able to get his breath back and sit up, hands braced on his knees. Tears were still streaming down his face when he heard Brian speaking to him. "Justin? Feeling any better?" He jerked his head to the side in a negative motion, unable to verbalize anything at that moment. Justin forced himself to breathe deeply so he could sit up fully. As soon as he was able, he spun towards Brian and launched himself at his older lover, desperately wrapping his arms around his neck, silent sobs still wracking his slender frame.

Brian immediately returned his embrace, rubbing his back. "Justin?" He really needed Justin to talk to him. He was scaring him with how emotionally wrecked he seemed.

"I'm sorry," Justin burst out, "So sorry, Brian. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry." He was mumbling into Brian's neck.

"Sorry for what Justin? You didn't do anything wrong."

"I knew you loved me, that you had cared about me for a long time. I've trusted you since the night I met you and suddenly, we're about to get married and that flew out the window. I didn't even try to talk to you! I just assumed I knew and didn't let you explain. I'm so sorry Brian." The words tumbled out amidst more sobs, his grip on Brian's neck unrelenting. "We could have been married by now…and happy."

"We are happy Sunshine. After everything we've been through, we're finally happy. So what if we didn't get married? You still know how I feel about you, that I want you no matter what. Justin, you need to calm down."

The next few minutes were spent trying to calm his breathing, taking deep breaths and forcing back the sobs that wanted to escape. He had never meant to react so drastically.

This was meant to be a simple conversation to figure out what had gone wrong in those last weeks, not…whatever it had turned into. The guilt he was currently feeling was nearly unmatched, only equaled by how badly he had hurt Brian when he had abandoned their rules and left him for Ethan. The problem now was, he hadn't realized how badly the wedding thing had hurt Brian until now. The guilt back then had been overwhelming because he knew he was hurting Brian and he hated that. This time though, the fact that he was finding out how badly he'd hurt his partner long after it had happened was paralyzing him. He felt ashamed of himself and angry for hurting Brian, and sad that they hadn't worked things out then.

With his breathing finally under control and the tears stopped, Justin slowly pulled back from Brian, the shame he was feeling emanating from him in waves. He looked up into the worried eyes of his lover. "I'm sorry Brian, for hurting you again. I should have just talked to you about it."

"There's nothing to apologize about. It's over and done with. We're here now, together, and that's fine." He gently stroked his thumbs over the blonde's tear-streaked cheeks, wiping away the remnants of his crying jag and pressing a light kiss to the tip of his nose.

"Do you think we would have gotten married if I hadn't reacted so badly?" Justin inquired timidly.

"You can't think like that."

"But-"

"No! Justin, you can't. If we did that, we could what-if ourselves all the way back to the night we met. What if, after the hospital, you went home? What then? The following five years never would have happened. But you did come home with me, just like we called off the wedding. It's in the past Justin." Brian internally cringed at how harsh he sounded, but if he allowed Justin to keep on that vein of thought, they would never get out of it. He needed Justin to see where they were right then, happy and living together, and in love with each other.

Justin's eyes still looked so sad, pools of swirling blue conflicted with guilt. "But Brian," he tried again.

"No Justin, " Brian murmured, pulling his young emotional lover to his chest. "If you still want to get married, I'm not opposed to that. After I committed myself to the idea of marrying you, there was never anything I wanted more. We're not fucking straight people, but we can still make a commitment to each other." He stroked Justin's hair back from his face, smiling. "You tell me you still want to get hitched and I'll go pull out the rings. If that's what you want, we can still do this right."

It was like a light had filled the room. A smile broke across Justin's face so big Brian felt the need to squint just to look him in the face. "Really?" he asked, his voice so soft, it was almost silent.

Brian stared him in the eyes and nodded. "Marry me, Justin." Justin's eyes were shining now with happy tears, a blue so bright, they resembled the vibrant ocean waters of the Caribbean. Justin surged towards Brian, sealing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Brian cupped Justin's cheeks tenderly, kissing him back with just as much eagerness and zeal coursing through his veins.

Separating fractionally, Brian looked into Justin's eyes. "So my prince, was that a yes?"

Justin giggled and nodded, whispering, "yes" before kissing Brian again. Brian smiled into it.

Settling into the heated press of lips, Brian drifted back, pulling Justin down so the smaller man was on top of him. The blonde fell into his larger frame just as easily as he always did, every bit of their bodies touching as possible, eager hands wandering, stroking, claiming. Brian swept his hand up Justin's side, caressing the soft skin and bunching his shirt as he moved higher. He swallowed the gasp that exploded from Justin's mouth as he stroked a thumb over the blonde's sensitive nipple.

These simple moments with Brian were Justin's favorite, the ones where being together was entirely effortless and comfortable. He loved that they were so familiar with each other's bodies and habits, and though Brian had always feared monotony when it came to being with the same person over and over again, Justin knew that with them that would never be a problem. Their life together was only made better because of the intimate knowledge they had of each other. Just as Brian knew that Justin's nipples were a weak point, Justin knew the places on his older lover's body that provoked the most responses, besides his cock of course. To return the torment of having his nipples played with and to avoid coming as Brian continued to caress and pinch at them, Justin slid down Brian's body, sucking and nipping his way down until he reached his naval.

With a smirk up at Brian's mildly surprised face, Justin turned his attention to his lover's stomach, lapping at the skin surrounding his naval and eventually darting his tongue into it. Brian groaned as Justin proceeded to give the area a noteworthy tongue fucking, throwing his head back and tunneling his fingers into Justin's hair. Just as Brian began rocking his hips upward, Justin pulled away and climbed off the couch. Brian jerked his head up and looked at him with confusion, lust darkening his eyes. "Where are you going?"

Right then, Justin pulled the waistband of his sweats away from his body and shucked them to the ground, stepping out of them as he lifted his shirt off and over his head, tossing it to the floor behind him. His lips were turned up in a small smile, though his face looked serious. He slowly cast his underwear to the ground on top of his sweats and looked almost desperately at Brian. It was amazing how much he wanted this man, how much he could feel the desire pounding through his blood.

Brian, staring back at Justin, lifted his hips off the cushion and dragged off his own pants, abandoning them on the floor beside Justin's. He broke their gaze only long enough to pull his wife beater over his head and held out a hand to Justin.

The blonde gladly placed his smaller hand into Brian's and allowed himself to be pulled back to the couch and onto the older man's lap. He situated his legs on either side of Brian's, straddling him, and ground down into the now jutting erection beneath him, a moan falling from his lips. "Brian, " he sighed out, leaning back in for a kiss.

A groan echoed back at him as Brian's hands fell to his hips, pressing him down and crushing him to his body. As one hand slipped back and lightly caressed his crack, Justin whimpered and broke the kiss, breathing heavily. "Bri, please," he panted, pushing his hips back against the restless fingers.

Brian grinned and used his other hand to reach for a condom and the bottle of lube they kept under the couch cushions, his cock pulsing impatiently beneath Justin's ass. He popped the cap and squirted the gel onto his fingers, bringing them to Justin's opening. "Ready Sunshine?" A harsh nod and tightening of the fingers gripping his shoulders was the only answer he received. Brian teasingly circled his entrance, eventually pressing in with one, then two as Justin's whimpers increased. Justin rocked against the probing fingers then, seemingly desperate to have them inside him. As the tight heat finally engulfed and accepted the third digit, Brian wiggled his fingers in search of his sweet spot. The harsh gasp and dropping of Justin's head to Brian's shoulder was all he needed to tell that his younger lover was ready.

Beads of sweat dripped down Justin's back, his body tense in anticipation. He groaned sadly as Brian retracted his fingers, leaving him empty. His eyes flashed wildly, seeking Brian's, desperate to have him back inside, to have some part of him. "Please," he breathed, fumbling around for the condom Brian had left on the seat next to them earlier, growing more frustrated when Brian gently took it from him and simply held it. His hips were rocking infinitesimally against the body under him, his breath coming in heavy pants. "Brian" He whimpered, a plea.

"Shhh….Justin." Brian stroked a finger down the side of his cheek. "We have all the time in the world." Justin was beautiful like this, so flushed and sweaty, so full of lust he couldn't stifle the needy whimpers and pleas that fell from his swollen lips. Brian loved that Justin needed him so much, loved when he became desperate for the joining of their bodies, and usually he would gladly give in right away and fuck the perfect bubble butt through whatever surface was nearest. This time however, he wanted them to take it more slowly, a first for him. After the last failed engagement between them, this moment was pivotal to their – dare he say relationship, a moment he never wanted either of them to forget.

Justin nodded, a beaming smile splitting his face in understanding.

Brian muttered, "Sentimental twat," but couldn't deny he was feeling the same way, pleased with the change in his own attitude since he first met the persistent little twink. Opening the condom packet and sliding the rubber over his throbbing shaft, he handed Justin the lube. The blonde immediately coated him in the gel and leaned into Brian's chest, opening himself more fully.

Brian grasped Justin's ass cheeks, kneading and separating them to allow himself access.

Justin sucked in a breath and buried his forehead in Brian's neck as the brunette finally, finally, buried himself inside, releasing the air only when his lover was embedded completely inside. "God, you feel amazing."

Brian's hand came up to clasp the back of Justin's neck, holding him close as he began moving his hips, the other wrapped possessively around his lower back. Justin thrust back against him, the steady motion building between them, the heat pulsing in their veins and their skin, the rhythms of their hearts and their hips bringing them closer to their peaks.

Justin reached behind him, pulling Brian's larger hand around to rest between them, twining their fingers together and clutching at him, yearning to somehow still be closer. In the final moments before they both fell over the edge into mind-numbing pleasure, they moved their hands together on Justin's cock to bring him that much closer.

Brian had moved to cup the side of Justin's neck and his cheek, leaning in to caress the blonde's lips with this own and stare into his eyes as they rocked in tandem.

Their sweat-slicked bodies moved erratically against each other, Brian thrusting just hard enough to continually hit Justin's sweet spot and still maintain the slower pace they had desired. Before either of them realized they were going to, they reached their peaks, first Justin crying out against Brian's mouth and slumping forward, and then Brian, a low groan escaping as his grip on Justin's fingers momentarily tightened.

Justin squeezed back and clenched his inner muscles, grinning through his exhaustion when Brian jumped mildly in reaction. "Thank you," Justin murmured, nuzzling Brian's cheek and pressing light kisses to his lips.

Befuddled, Brian pulled his head back. "What for?"

Justin smiled. "For giving us another chance. For asking me to marry you again even though marriage was never something you wanted to begin with."

"Justin, I told you–"

"I know," Justin interrupted, holding a finger to Brian's lips. "But still, thank you. I love you so much Brian."

A half smile graced Brian's face. "Love you too," he managed, knowing that the words would make Justin even happier, and strangely, the words were getting just a bit easier for him to say as time went on. It helped that his reward was usually one of his lover's sunshine smiles. "Let's go clean up."

Justin nodded and lifted himself off of Brian's lap, wincing as he was once more left empty. He waited for his older lover to stand and discard the condom, and then grabbed his hand, pulling him along into the shower behind him.

Not too much later, both men climbed out of the glass stall and dried off, going into the bedroom to find new clothes. Justin unearthed some new sweats and one of Brian's t-shirts, pulling them on and clambering into the middle of the bed. He sat entranced, watching his lover move around the room and dress, muscles rippling under the skin causing Justin's mouth to water.

As Brian turned around, Justin met his gaze. Brian looked hesitant, even timid. "Bri?" Justin questioned, reaching a hand out to him in invitation. Brian accepted, climbing onto the bed alongside the blonde, though much more gracefully than the younger man had managed before. The brunette sat facing Justin on the mattress. "What?" Justin could tell something was off.

Brian shook his head, and with a modest half smile, reached into his pocket. Ducking his head a bit bashfully, he pulled it out along with something Justin never thought he'd see again. Tears immediately rushed to his eyes. "Oh!" he whispered. "You kept them?" He accepted the little velvet box from Brian. Tentatively ghosting his fingers over the surface before opening it, Justin savored this moment, hoping this would be the last moment like this in his life, that this proposal, this marriage they were heading into would be the last step they took in their partnership, and that nothing would separate them.

Snapping the lid open, Justin stared happily, if a bit tearfully, into the little box. "They're as beautiful as ever…You're sure about this Brian?"

Brian glared. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

Justin blushed. "Sorry."

"Better," Brian affirmed, reclaiming the box from his partner's hands and closing it, setting it aside. He moved to sprawl on his side on the bed, dragging Justin down with him. Lying side by side, Brian had the chance to stare into Justin's face. What he found was something he never thought he'd deserve or want, but here and now, there was nothing and no one he wanted more. This man was everything to him, everything he never knew he needed and he didn't want to waste a moment. "I guess I was wrong Sunshine."

"About what?" Justin was steadily wiggling his way closer to his older lover's body and the warmth and comfort he emanated, but he stopped to listen.

Brian offered a smile. "About a lot of things. Not believing in love or marriage or you to name a couple. But what I mean right now is, it isn't just time. I'm glad you came back, because now that I've got you, I refuse to waste even a moment of time without you." He brushed Justin's bangs off his face.

The blinding smile that met his declaration was worth every lesbionic word he uttered.

And that's it! I hope you enjoyed it!

I'm thinking Justin and Brian might both be a little out of character in this chapter, but I'm hoping it works.

Let me know what you think of that and the developments in this chapter. I'd love to hear what you think!

Thanks for reading!