The trip back to the loft was silent, but it was a normal, comfortable silence.

Brian pulled Justin against him once they were locked into the loft. His kissed the younger man, a quiet moan escaping. He was only ever vocal with the blond, something he knew Justin loved.

He slowly walked them to the bedroom, up the three steps, and to the bed. He stopped them there, his hands making their way under the other man's shirt.

Justin moaned, pressing himself against Brian, loving the other man's hard body. He wanted him, had been dying to have him. He still had the same fears, but he conceded that Brian had the right to make his own choice. Brian was willing to take the chance. Justin was still worried about what might happen (and always would be), but he wanted Brian, to feel that connection. He wanted to be Brian's completely.

He hated the fear, the constant worry. Even after all the hours of talking with his therapist, Ben, and even Michael, that fear lingered. He understood all the facts, knew the chances of infection were small if they were safe. He knew Brian had the right to choose. He understood and accepted it.

But that fear still lingered in the back of his mind, even if he was ready to move past it. Ben said that it would never go away, the fear of passing the disease on. He couldn't let that fear hold him back.

"Justin?" Brian asked softly, sliding his hands around the younger man's ribs.

Justin lifted his arms and Brian pulled his shirt off then quickly reclaimed his lips.

Justin groaned as he ground himself against Brian's hard cock, his own so hard it hurt. "Brian," he breathed. "Fuck me."

Brian pulled back enough to search blue eyes for a long moment. Fuck, he wanted Justin so bad, but he had to be sure Justin was actually ready.

He jerked Justin's body even harder against his and kissed him with all the pent-up passion he had for the blond.

Once they were naked and in bed, Brian sat back and watched as Justin rolled the condom on his cock. They stared into each other's eyes for a long moment, showing the trust and love they had.

"Please," Justin finally said, pulling Brian down on top of him. He had to have Brian inside of him, now.

Brian finally slid into the blond, groaning at the tight heat that enveloped him. Nothing felt as good as Justin.

He leaned down as kissed Justin they thrust against each other, their eyes open, staring at each other.

Justin held Brian to him, his arms and legs wrapped tightly around him. He stared into Brian eyes, even as he fought not to roll his eyes back in pleasure. Fuck! Brian felt so good.

Brian held Justin a little while later as the smaller man slept. It felt good to have their relationship complete again.

He ran his hands through soft blond hair.

He wasn't stupid. Things weren't suddenly going to be easy for them, and certainly not for Justin. Things were getting better though. Justin was happier, even if he still had severe attacks, went to therapy twice a week, and was still hesitant around some of the family. He was getting better though.

Brian was fucking proud of him. His boy had gone through so much in his life, yet he always survived.

"I love you," he breathed into Justin's hair, closing his eyes.

Justin smiled faintly, not really awake, but enough to hear Brian's whispered words. He was glad Brian had found him.