It's Happened Again!

"Brian?!?" yelled Justin from the top of the bedroom stairs.

"Yes, dear?" answered Brian in his typical tongue-in-cheek manner.

"It's happened again" replied Justin, his tone serious and worrisome.  The smirk disappeared off of Brian's face.

"Again? How could it have happened again? I thought the doctor told us that the last time it happened was the last time it would happen." Brian's tone was filled with worry and tinged with dread.

"Well, you of all people know that doctors can be wrong" stated Justin, referring to both Brian's bout with cancer and his bashing by his homophobic classmate Chris Hobbes who, incidentally, got off with no more than community service. The thought of that still made his blood boil, all these many years later. Justin could feel the in panic is his abdomen rising in the form of the peanut butter and banana sandwich he had had for lunch. "This is no time to lament about the oft misinformation the physicians bestow upon us! We must ponder a solution without further ado!"

"Ok. You're right. You're always right. That's what I love about you, baby! You always know what to do and you're so good in a crisis.  Please don't ever leave me!" Brian pleaded with his younger lover, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist and leaning his head on the blond's chest. Justin could hear his much older brunette lover sniffling and felt his own white sleeveless tee getting moist from Brian's tears. Justin usually appreciated Brian's maudlin outbreaks of affection that began after he had fallen on ice and hit his head causing a change in his emotional availability but all Justin could focus on know was the crisis at hand.

"Brian!" Justin said, the annoyance obvious in his tone of voice. "I promise I won't ever leave you. Can we now please focus on me? Maybe I should call Daphne. She's much more rational than you are when it comes to working under pressure."

"Fine!! Call you're little girlfriend! I hope she gives as good of head as I do!" With that, Brian stormed out of the loft, slamming the sliding, sliver, steel door closed as hard as his strength would allow him to. Justin shuddered at the thought of Daphne and he in an intimate situation. The first time that had happened was more than enough. He had no desire to relive that again. But he couldn't worry about that right now. Brian's storming out of the loft didn't bother him either. Brian did this frequently ever since the car accident that caused his sense of rationality to be thrown out of kilter.  Justin picked up the phone and dialed 546-9806 which was his best friend, Daphne Chambers', phone number.

"Daph, it's me. It's happened again and Brian's being his usual self so he's of no use whatsoever right now. He stormed out of the loft and his parting words were `I hope Daphne gives as good of head as I do'. Is that disturbing or what? I mean, seriously, once between you and me is enough, don't you think? Sheesh! He'll probably be coming back in 5 minutes begging for my forgiveness. I'll probably get a good rim job out of it." Justin began to salivate like Pavlov's dog at the thought of what Brian did to make up for his increasingly frequent queening out.

"Justin, it's happened again? I thought the doctor's said it was a probable impossibility that it would ever happen again. I'm coming over right away! We have to put our heads together to come up with a solution. Gimme five minutes. I just have to put some clothes. I'm wearing nothing but that red lacey thong you like so much. As soon as I put on my pants, by bra, my shirt, my sweater, my socks, my shoes, my coat, my hat, my gloves, and my watch I'll be right over! All and all by the time I walk out of my apartment, lock the door, take the elevator to the ground floor, walk to my car, unlock it, get in, fasten my seatbelt, turn it on , put it in drive, and pull away from the curb and then-" Justin hung up on Daphne because she had an annoying habit of listing everything she was going to do. But don't worry, she's used to it. Justin does it all the time.

After about 25 minutes, the curly haired self-proclaimed `black girl' with the quirky sense of style and enchantingly sweet voice arrived at the spacious yet sparsely decorated loft. Justin buzzed Daphne in and pulled open the sliding, silver, steel door awaiting her imminent arrival. 30 seconds later he saw the door of the elevator close and his best friend disembark. She had a very troubled look on her face and he could tell she was worried about him.

"Hi Daph!" He said, in as cheery a voice as possible giving his impending doom. "Thanks for coming over. I hope it wasn't too much trouble. I really do appreciate this, you know, what with my partner being childlike and all. You'd think he have some respect for me but NOO, it's all about him!"

"Justin" Daphne implored, grabbing him by the arms. "You have to concentrate on what's happened. Now, lets get a pen and paper and make a Venn diagram of all possible solutions. So, Justin went over to the expensive desk upon which his expensive computer lay, opened a drawer, and removed a Bic pen and some college-ruled notebook paper.  He brought them over to Daphne who was reclining on the Italian leather sofa with her feet on the Mies van der Rohe coffee table.

Daphne took the Bic pen and college ruled notebook paper and stared at the blank pages before her for a second. Letting out a deep sigh, she grasped the Bic pen and draws a line down the center of the college-ruled note book paper. On the left side she wrote Pros and on the right side she wrote Cons. Then she underlined both words. By this point Justin was pacing around the loft, unable to stay in one place for very long. Finally, he approaches Daphne who was concentrating intently on the paper in front of her and leans over her shoulder. Just as he is about to open his mouth to speak the sliding, silver, steel door flies open. In walks Brian, looking as nonchalant as ever. He's wearing his black Armani jacket over a white buttoned down shirt and a pair of dark jeans that Justin knows cost a fortune. He knows this because he was with Brian when he bought said jeans. He smiled when he remembered the new use that they had given to the hooks fastened to the walls of the dressing room. He just hoped that there weren't video cameras behind the mirror like he had heard about on an episode of Dateline once. Whomever was watching those cameras would have gotten quite a show that day. Now, Justin noticed, the top button of the jeans was undone. Justin licked his lips with appreciation. There was nothing like having a beautiful man with unbuttoned jeans to come home to everyday. Justin walked over to his lover with unfastened jean buttons and wrapped his arms around his neck. Expecting a kiss, Justin was a little surprised when Brian, with his undone button, pulled away from his embrace. "What the fuck?" asked Justin, angrily. Brian responded, "We have company." Justin responded, "It's just Daph. She gets off on watching us make out."  Brian made his way over his bar-on-wheels and poured himself a double Beam. He raised the glass as if in a toast and then downed the shot in one sip. After downing the shot in one sip, Brian made his way to the bedroom. Justin followed. "Jesus Christ, Justin, not right now, okay? I have a headache and it's been a long day" whined Brian.  Justin stared at him in amazement. After several minutes had passed, a voice piped up from the long-forgotten Mies van der Rohe coffee table at which Daphne sat hunched over a piece of college-ruled notebook paper, clutching a Bic pen. "Um guys, have you forgotten what we're all supposed to be concentrating on right now? We have to figure out what to do now that it's happened again. After I picked up the pen I put its tip on the paper and began to write. First I wrote the word Pro, using block capital letters. Then I wrote the word Cons using block letters again. I figured that was more practical than using cursive because it would stand out more and be easier to read.  Then I underlined the words twice so that the line would be dark enough to distinguish it from the red lines already printed on the paper. At this point, I am writing the pros of the solutions under the pros column and the cons under the cons column. I really think this is the best way to do it." Justin rolled his eyes. "For crying out loud, Daphne, cut to the chase!" "All I'm saying" said Daphne, feeling a little rebuffed, "is that we have to get cracking on figuring out what to do about our little situation." Reluctantly, the boys abandoned their hostile stares and trudged down the stairs.  Brian arrived first and sat down at the coffee table, folding his legs Indian style. Justin arrived next, preferring to kneel and sit back on his haunches. Both men looked at the paper upon which Daphne was writing. "Ok, so what do we do now?" asked Justin. Brian suddenly drew very still and a terrified look came over his face. "Justin, we have to do something immediately. I think it's getting worse!" Brian continued to stare horrifiedly at Justin. Soon, tears rolled down his cheeks. He grabbed Justin's head and rested his forehead against it.  "I love you so much, baby. I hate to see this happening to you. If I could switch places with you I'd do it in a hearbeat. I hope you know how much you mean to me, honey." Justin patted Brian's head and said consolingly, "I know baby, I know. Don't you worry about me. You're little Justy is going to be just fine!" Had Daphne not cleared her throat at that exact moment, it is to be certain that hot anal intercourse would have ensued. Both were snapped back into the present by her intentional cough. "Here are the solutions I've come up with so far." She passed the college-ruled piece of notebook paper to her starry-eyed friends. "I like solution number two the best. It took me the longest to come up with but I think it's the best and most practical. As you can see, I've listed the pros and cons as I see them. First I had to think of the solution and I thought what good things would it do and would be the potential detractors and I listed them accordingly. I have written them in the order that they popped into my head, so don't think that one is more important than the other. I also-" "Daph, enough already! I need time to look these over." Justin perused the paper, with Brian resting his chin on Justin's shoulder, reading along. After about 15 minutes had passed Justin finally put words to his thoughts. "I don't like any of these!" With that, he threw the college-ruled notebook paper onto the table and stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him. Brian and Daphne both jumped at the sound of the door slamming.  Brian rolled his eyes and stated, "drama queen." Daphne, with her curly hair, nodded in agreement. "He certainly is." 20 minutes later Justin emerged from the bathroom. Brian and Daphne looked up from where they were trying to come up with more solutions and stared at him in amazement. "I didn't like any of the solutions that you proposed so I decided to take matters into my own hands. As you can see, I think our problem is solved." Brian stood up a little too quickly (he had, afterall, just taken a double of Beam and that can go to one's head) and rushed over to his blond bombshell lover with a perky ass. "Oh baby! You're so smart! You're a total genius." And he wrapped his arms tightly around Justin's perfect twink physique. "Yes, I suppose it does require a high IQ and a 1500 on my SAT's to think of popping it as the solution." So you see, Justin had a pimple. That's what happened again. And he popped it. Brian and Justin got married and had a child using Daphne as a surrogate mother. It was a nice ceremony. Emmett planned it. They had a three-tiered cake and went to Ibiza for their honey-moon.  Justin never got another pimple but he did have a scar from the one time when he popped it. The End.

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