Title: This Time
Author: Sita
Summary: It's been four years since Brian and Justin said their last goodbye; or so they thought. What happens when the two ex lovers run into each other once again? Have they moved on, or can they really give it another shot?
Rating: Strong R
Warnings: QAF belongs to Showtime and Cowlip and associates.. blah blah blah. You get the drift.

Chapter One: Revisiting The Past

Justin took a sip of the half-empty can of beer he held in his hand, looking over at his current boyfriend, Chase. "They accepted my art. They want to show it in a few galleries up north. I want you to come with me."

Chase grinned, pushing some of his thick brunette locks out of his eyes, "I'm so happy for you, Justin! Of course I come? Why would I give up a chance to see my baby's work shown in famous galleries?" He walked over to Justin giving the man a hug and a peck on the cheek. "So where up north are they going to show your art?"

"Well I think two galleries up in NYC, and unfortunately," Justin took another swig of the can of beer in his hand. "One in Pittsburgh. I mean it'll be great to see my mom and Daphne again. But so many things I just would rather not think about has happened there."

"Yeah, I know." Chase responded, pulling the blonde into his lap. "But if any big bad memories come to haunt you, I'll be there to protect you."

"I know." Justin forced a smile, trying not to think about Pittsburgh and who he could run into there.

It had been four years since he had set foot in Pittsburgh. After a rather messy breakup with Brian, he'd rather not even think about the city. He had loved Brian with all of his heart, and the auburn haired man had not so much as given it a thought, pushing Justin away like he had so many times in the past. Only this time was different. They had gotten into a huge argument over Justin not spending time with him anymore, only focusing on his movie deal with Brett Keller. Brian complained about how Justin was never in the mood to be with him anymore and only rattled on about how he was going to become famous for "Rage".

Yet, Justin had made a huge mistake himself, he had slept with Brett, and been caught by Brian. Usually Brian wouldn't care, think of it as another trick. But, Justin knew this man, and this was the reason Brian was jealous, even if he wouldn't admit it aloud. And, that was the end of Brian and Justin. Even after all of that, they never did get good publicity for their comic-turned-movie, and Brett let Michael and him go. They did make their share of money though, enough to support them for a lifetime. But, Justin still liked to rely on his art.

The only problem was, his art was to show right around the street where Brian lived, or used to live, Justin had no idea where the man was at this point in time. But, hopefully in the week he was going to be in Pittsburgh, he wouldn't have any trouble to deal with. Pittsburgh is big enough, right? Just because he was going there didn't mean he would be running into old demons, or flames.

"I can't believe how many pieces you sold in New York." Chase set his bag down in the suite they were staying in in Pittsburgh. "I swear, we're going to be even more well off than we are." Chase smiled.

"Yeah." Was all Justin said as he sat down, digging through his bag and pulling out a novel he was currently in the middle of. Anything to get his mind off of where he was. Right now, he just wished he was back home in good ol' Florida.

"Look you're not going to run into him." Chase walked over to Justin. "Plus, you shouldn't be fretting anyway, you have me now." Chase kissed the top of Justin's head.

Chase was the first friend Justin had made once he had moved to Tampa. He had been the one Justin had confided in about what happened with Brian, so Chase new the whole story. If it was another boyfriend, Justin probably would have tried to hide his worries and probably would had not even mentioned Brian, but unfortunately Chase knew everything.

Justin looked up at Chase, "What? I'm not fretting." He lied, getting up from the seat he was in, reaching in his pocket for his cell. "I'm going to call my mom and Daph. I should probably catch up with then." He was purposely avoiding talking about Brian right now. He really didn't need to be reminded.

Chase sighed, "Okay. How about after you see your mother and Daphne we go clubbing?"

Not wanting to look like he was worried about running into Brian, Justin nodded. Maybe he would bring Chase to someplace besides "Woody's" or "Babylon" where Brian, the gang, and him had hung out all the time. Then he was definitely less likely to run into Brian, he hoped.

"Ooh, I've heard about this place." Chase pointed to "Babylon". He looked eager about going inside.

"Um… let's not." Justin stated, pointing to "Boy Toy" across the street. "How about there?"

"Come on, Justin. Just don't worry about running into him. If you do we could always just walk away, plus I'm here with you." Chase was starting to sound annoyed at Justin's irrational fear.

"Who said I'm worrying?" Justin replied.

"Then why not come inside?"

Justin relented. What else could he do.

As soon as he stepped into the club, a sea of memories hit him. One's he wished would just… disappear. Unlikely. Thankfully though, he didn't see any of the gang nearby.

The familiar thump-thump of the music seemed to have Chase already bouncing. He grabbed Justin's hand and led him to the bar.

"Two double shots of Jim Beam." Chase shouted to the bartender. They were immediately on the counter and he grabbed one and handed it to Justin. Justin swallowed it quickly, relishing the burning feeling of the alcohol slide down his throat. Maybe this would help sooth his nerves some.

Chase grabbed his hand, leading him to the dance floor. "We have nothing like this in Tampa!" He shouted over the music excitedly.

"Well we do have clubs." Justin pointed out.

"Well I know that, but this," Chase looked around. "This is great!"

Justin couldn't help but smiled as he wrapped his arms around his boyfriend's neck and got lost in the familiar beat of techno music radiating throughout the club.

Author's Note:

Here is the lyrics to the song I got the title of the story from:

by Chantal Kreviazuk

Time, where did you go?
Why did you leave me here alone?
Wait, don't go so fast
I'm missing the moments as they pass
Now I've looked in the mirror and the worlds getting clearer
So wait for me this time

I'm down,
I'm down on my knees
I'm begging for all your sympathy
But you, (I'm just an illusion) you don't seem to care (I wish that I could)
You humble people everywhere (I don't mean to hurt you)
Now I've looked in the mirror and the world's getting clearer
I'll take what you give me
Please know that I'm learning
So wait for me this time

I should've know better
And I shouldn't have wasted those days
And afternoons and mornings
I threw them all away

This is my time
And I'm going to make this moment mine
(I shouldn't have wasted those days)

I'll take what you give me
Please know that I'm learning
I've looked in the mirror
My world's getting clearer
So wait for me this time

This time, this time, this time
Ohhh, this time
This time
This time