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"Hey, baby."

"Bri, I was just thinking about you. God, wha-what time is it?" Justin asked groggily.

Brian looked over at the alarm clock and realized that it was pretty fucking late. He winced as a loud yawn bombarded his eardrum and said, "Sorry, I didn't think, I just called. It's late, I'll let you go."

"No…no…I'm…I'm up now. So, did you get everything in order for tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'm all set."

"Brian, is everything okay?"

Brian smiled at his lover's ability to read him, even thousands of miles away. The only thing was, that without being able to see the man's comforting blue eyes, he didn't feel so confident in saying what needed to be said.

"Bri?"

Taking a deep breath, Brian's fingers ran gently over the cowry shell bracelet on his wrist and he smiled, hoping that his boyfriend wouldn't jump to conclusions and freak out. He crossed his fingers and said, "Uh, well, I kinda had a little, um, problem tonight."

Instantly Justin sat upright in his bed, his eyes wide open and his heart pounding in his chest. "What happened? God, are you alright? Did…did someone try to hurt you? Did…"

"Justin, calm down. Fuck, I think that the term drama queen was coined just for you," Brian said with a laugh.

"Brian," the younger man said rather sternly. "You call me in the middle of the fucking night and tell me that you had a problem. What the hell do you expect me to think? That a fucking bowl of daisies landed on your favorite pair of pants and you just rang me up to share the news?"

Even though he knew that Justin was pissed, Brian couldn't help but laugh at the man's rather over-the-top antics. But not wanting to encourage the little rant, he decided to just tell him what happened. At least that way Justin's performance would be somewhat justified.

"Okay, I'm gonna come right out and say it. But, Justin, I want you to listen before you speak. Alright? Will you do that for me?"

"Yes, Brian, yes…now get the fuck on with it." Justin's mind was forming all sorts of scenarios and he hoped that Brian's confession didn't even come close to any of them.

"I saw Lindsay tonight."

"WHAT?!"

"Justin, your parents…you're gonna wake the whole fucking neighborhood up."

"Sorry, but what the fuck do you mean you saw Lindsay? How the hell did that little bitch find out you were even there? And what the hell was she doing…was she all over you as usual? God, I bet she didn't even…"

But before Justin could work himself up any further, Brian stepped in. "Baby…baby, calm down. Nothing happened. Well, okay, so maybe something happened, but I didn't let it get far…well, not too far…it just…uh…when her hand…and her lips…"

"WHAT?!"

"Baby, your parents," Brian reminded his irate lover.

Justin took a deep breath and slowly released it, then whispered, "What exactly do you mean when her hand and her lips, Brian?"

"Well, she was in my room…"

"What the hell was she doing in your room?"

Brian heard the anger bubbling below the surface of Justin's words and he smiled. Not happy that he'd made his lover upset, but thrilled that the man was, well, jealous. He decided to try to put him out of his misery.

"She called me up, found out I was here from her uncle, who of course found out from dear old Jack." Brian couldn't see it, but he was sure that Justin was nodding along with the information. When he didn't hear any outraged comments, he continued. "So, she came over to pick me up…and Justin, I swear, I didn't want to go with her, it's just that…well, if Jack found out that I'd refused, well…"

But Brian didn't have to say anything else. Justin understood.

"What happened then?" Justin asked, his voice even and calm.

"She…she was coming on to me, but I shot her down and asked her to leave."

"You did?"

"Why do you sound so surprised? Do you think that I have some kind of interest in her?" Brian knew he was being childish, but he couldn't help but feel like maybe Justin didn't completely trust him.

"No, God, no, Brian. Of course not. I know you don't like Lindsay, well, not THAT way, fuck, probably not any way, it's just that I hate the idea of her being anywhere near you. Especially if I'm not around to save your precious virtue."

Brian smiled and he knew by the sound of his lover's voice that he was smiling too. He was glad that Justin decided to leave the whole Lindsay thing alone…at least for the time being.

"I hate it when you're not around too, baby. So fucking much."

Brian's voice was soft and sweet and so genuine that Justin felt his heart clench in response.

"I have a surprise for you when you get back."

"You do? What? Tell me."

Justin laughed softly, and replied, "Nope, you're gonna have to wait."

"Aw, no fair. Gimme a hint. Come on, just a small one."

The blond thought about it for a second then relented and said, "Okay, but just one…"

"Alright, give it up."

Thinking of a good one, but wanting to make sure that there was no way that Brian would be able to guess what the surprise actually was, he divulged, "It's something that's gonna be good for you and me both."

Brian was silent. His eyebrows furrowed as he thought of a million things that the vague clue could pertain to. "Shit, that's not a clue. A clue's supposed to bring you closer to the answer…and I have not one fucking idea from that. Well, I have a lot of ideas of just what could be good for you and me both, way too many to mention, actually."

Justin laughed and replied, "Well, then I guess you'll just have to wait until you get back to see if any one of those ideas is the right one."

Brian shook his head at his way too cocky lover and said, "I miss you."

"I miss you, too" the blond purred.

"I'll be home late tomorrow night and I'll call you first thing when I get in."

Nodding, Justin whispered, "Okay," his voice becoming weary as his fatigue settled over him again.

"I'll let you get some sleep and I guess I should try to get some too."

"Yeah, good idea…good luck tomorrow, Bri…call me…goodnight."

"Goodnight, baby. Sweet dreams."

Yawning loudly, his voice barely above a whisper, Justin said, "You too, Bri…"

And the line went dead.

Brian shut off his cell phone, placing it on top of the nightstand and pulled the cover up around his shoulders…images of a very naked and very eager to have him return home Justin dancing in his head as he nodded off to sleep.

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"Mmm, I was just drifting off, and I was thinking about you and me and that first night we spent together. God, and then…Brian?!"

Brian laughed and tightened his arms around his lover as the man became fully awake.

Turning around in the embrace, Justin faced Brian and said, "I thought I was dreaming. How come you're here? I thought you weren't gonna be back until really late."

"I got out earlier than I thought I would, so I drove non-stop and came right here. I needed to see you. I couldn't wait another fucking minute to feel you in my arms.

"Brian," the younger man purred.

"Ahhhh, baby…what you do to me."

Their lips met, first soft and sweet then firm and fierce as the intensity grew, sparking the flames that always burned so brightly when the two men were together.

Pulling away, Justin sighed and Brian grinned and asked, "So, where's my surprise?"

Shaking his head to clear the lustful fog long enough so he could think, Justin smiled and said, "You want to see it right now?"

"Oh yeah, right now."

"Okay, move back a little."

Brian was puzzled, but released his grip on his man and shifted back on the bed, putting some space between them.

"Here it is," Justin answered huskily as he lay flat on his back, putting himself on display.

"Hmm, that's not exactly what I was expecting, but I'll take it," the brunet said with a sly grin, shifting forward to hover over his smiling lover.

"I hope I didn't disappoint you," Justin replied with a mock frown.

"Never."

"Good, but there is more to this surprise then just, well, ME."

Brian raised his eyebrow curiously.

Wordlessly, Justin pulled the sheet that was covering him down, exposing his chest and belly.

Brian's eyes cast downwards, enjoying the newly revealed sight then gasped as his eyes came upon something…his surprise. "Holy shit, baby."

"Like it?" the blond asked hesitantly. He thought it was sexy and hoped that the other man agreed.

Looking back up at his lover, Brian smiled wickedly, his eyes shifting to a deep-green as they clouded over with lust. "Mmmm, I think it's perfect," he answered, his voice dripping with desire.

Smiling, Justin's tongue darted out and licked his full lips teasingly, loving the low rumble that escaped from Brian's throat as he watched.

"Does it hurt?"

Hearing the worry in his boyfriend's voice, Justin's hand came up and gently caressed the side of his face as he replied with a grin, "A little, but I like it."

Shaking his head and smiling, Brian couldn't believe how brazen the man had become. Or had he always been that way? He wasn't sure. All he knew was that as he looked back down at his lover's pierced tit, he felt his cock jump and swell and he knew that he definitely was going to enjoy his surprise.

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As their breathing finally evened out and their heaving chests relaxed, Brian rolled onto his side and draped his arm across Justin's chest. His eyes instantly located the little silver hoop that caught the light as it bounced off the outside streetlamp and he smiled.

"Where'd you get it done?"

Justin's eyes opened and he followed Brian's gaze down to his chest. He was right. Brian did like it and he was sure that as soon as it healed, they were both gonna get a lot of pleasure from it.

"I went to Liberty Avenue. There's a tattoo and piercing parlor there."

"You went all that way by yourself…and how'd you get there?"

Shaking his head, Justin answered, "No, I borrowed my mom's car and Daphne went with me." He laughed and said, "I had to talk her out of tattooing a large freaking butterfly across her ass. I mean, first of all, hello, how about something a little more original than that. And secondly, what'll happen when she's old…like forty…and her ass is all saggy and shit…and the butterfly wings look like they're flapping in the wind. No, she should thank me for saving her ass…literally. I mean if I would've got one, it would have been something bold, something that made a statement."

Brian couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of delicate little Daphne with a big old butterfly on her ass.

"Shit, so it was a toss up between a tattoo and that?" Brian asked, not sure exactly WHAT his reaction would've been if the man had marred his beautiful skin with a tattoo.

"Uh, yeah, I guess so. I just wanted something…you know…now that I'm eighteen. Something to prove that I run my life, not my parents."

Brian understood. He wasn't sure that a piece of metal through the tit was proof of that…but he did understand. And then he smiled, eyeing it, because he definitely benefited from his lover's little stand…oh, yeah…definitely.

"Oh, hey, I almost forgot. I found this great little apartment. It's pretty small, but it has these amazing windows…floor to ceiling, all through the living room, so the light will be excellent for you. And there's a space where a table could go that will be perfect for your easel. "

"God, that sounds so great."

"Wait, I haven't told you the best part. It seems the guy that lived there before was on the basketball team…6 foot 7…he was a fucking giant, lucky for us, because the bed's huge…king size. And in the bathroom, there's an old claw foot tub that looks just about the right size for both of us."

Justin's beaming smile and sparkling eyes let Brian know just how thrilled the man was and he had no doubts that when they got to New York, thing would be perfect.

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