Brian hated Valentine's Day. Well, really he hated all holidays, but there was a special dark place in his heart reserved for Valentine's Day. It was a holiday based purely on commercialism, and fuck, he should know. He wrote the fucking commercials.

His head was throbbing as he slid open the door to the loft. Of course the new jewelry account he just landed wanted a rush campaign for the annoying holiday. He had worked on it all afternoon and he was exhausted.

When the phone rang he checked the caller ID and smiled to himself. "Hey," he breathed into the phone.

"Hey, yourself," came the deep voice on the other end. "Wassup ?"

Brian smiled at the reference. "What's up is I had a shitty day," he continued as he had so many years ago. "What's up is that I miss the hell out of you."

Justin smiled and chuckled into the phone. "Is that all?"

Brian smiled. "Did you know I had to promise your mother I would tell you to call her. She said she hasn't heard from you in ages."

Justin rolled his eyes. "It's been, like, two weeks. She's a bigger drama queen than you."

"Fuck off, you twat."

"So are we still on for the fourteenth?" Justin knew better than to use the V word.

"Yeah, we're on," Brian replied, appreciating that Justin had made no reference to the fact that Brian would be arriving on the dreaded V-Day. Even though he knew if Justin had his way, they would most certainly be doing something ridiculously romantic. Brian preferred to save those times for when they were least expected. Not dictated by a date on the calendar. "When's the gallery thing again?" he asked.

"Um, it's the night of the fifteenth."

"Good. I'm looking forward to having you to myself the first night."

"You are, huh? Who said we were going to be here by ourselves?"

"You said your roommate was going out of town that week. What the hell? I'll have Cynthia book a hotel room."

"Christ, will you quit queening out on me? I'm just kidding. It will be just you and me. Trevor and his girlfriend are going away for Valentine's Day." He cringed, waiting for Brian's reaction to the dreaded word.

"Fucking commercial holiday. Pain in my ass. Well, at least it gets them out of our hair."

Justin laughed again. "So, what are you wearing?"

Brian leered into the phone and made his way up to his bed, stripping off his suit along the way.

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Ted deposited Brian on his bed and yanked off the other man's shoes. "You know, you're going to hate yourself when you have to get up and fly to New York tomorrow."

"That little fucker called me old," Brian slurred out.

Ted sighed and rolled his eyes. Did that stupid twink at Babylon not realize who he had been talking to tonight? Pity the poor fool when Brian sobered up and pointed that dumb kid out to the door bouncers. He'd be lucky if he ever saw the inside of the club again. Where the fuck was Michael when he needed him? He was far more accustomed to dealing with Brian in his varying stages of drama. "Welcome to the club," he said out loud to Brian.

"I am not as fucking old as you, Theodore. Not even close. That little shit. He's dressed like fucking cupid in a diaper and he calls me fucking old. I'll show him old."

"C'mon, big guy. Let's get you in bed." He pushed Brian down, stripped off his shirt and pants and yanked the duvet up over him. "Have a good trip, boss," he said quietly as he let himself out of the loft, being sure to set the alarm and lock up behind him.

Brian rolled over and punched his pillow. "Old.fucking.old.cupid.Valentine's Day." He finally drifted off to sleep.

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Brian awoke to find himself in the great room of Britin. Or at least that's where he knew he was even if it looked nothing like the great room at Britin. The room was painted white and was filled with huge red, pink and white pillows, all in the shape of hearts and lips.

He was surrounded by his friends who, oddly enough were all dressed in togas. Ben and Michael were in one corner feeding each other chocolates from one of those huge heart shaped boxes. Although, knowing Ben, his was probably carob. Yuck!

Ted and Blake were perched on one of the pillows teasing each other with those fucking kissy face bears, or whatever the fuck.

Even Lindsay and Mel were there, wearing togas dotted with Canadian maple leaves. The two women were sipping champagne from golden flutes, their arms entwined like a wedding toast.

Brian turned quickly from the scene. Fucking munchers. Then came the most disturbing sight of all. Carl and Debbie, also dressed in togas. As if seeing Horvath half naked wasn't bad enough, Debbie's toga was bright red, clashing wildly with her hot pink hair. Also not helping were the sparkly red heart antennas sprouting from Deb's head.

Brian turned again to try and find the fucking door.

"I'm afraid there's no escape," came Emmett's voice from somewhere near the ceiling."

Brian looked up to see Emmett flying through the air, complete with white feather wings and a white diaper. He raised his arms, revealing a bow and arrow. "There's no escaping it, Brian," Emmett smiled.

He pulled an arrow with a heart shaped tip from a quiver on his back. Slowly he aimed at Brian and began to draw back the bow.

"No fucking way!" cried Brian as he turned to run and then he was trapped.

He looked up to find Ben and Michael smiling at him. "There's no escape," Michael grinned at him and then looked down.

Brian followed his gaze and noticed for the first time that he was completely nude. Now, normally he wouldn't be bothered by this, but the target drawn around his groin was a bit disturbing. Especially considering that his dick was right in the center. "No!" he yelled again as Emmett aimed and shot."

In the next instant Brian allowed himself to open one eye and found himself alone in the room. He cautiously glanced down to his cock and instead of an arrow protruding from his favorite body part he saw Justin kneeling before him.

The younger man stuck out his tongue and slowly licked up the length of Brian's dick. He then lifted his head and let his eyes meet Brian's. "Happy Valentines Day, Brian," he said softly, shooting Brian his trademark sunshine smile.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Brian woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm. Fuck! He threw an arm over and shut off the stupid thing. After lying there and assessing his physical condition for a moment he finally sat up in bed. He tried to grasp the fucking weird details of the dream he just had. He ran a hand over his cock for a moment and then made his way to his bathroom to get ready.

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Later that afternoon Brian knocked on Justin's door and gasped when the door was flung open and he was pulled into the apartment. He found himself pushed up against the back of the door as the blond came at him, taking him in a passionate kiss.

Brian took a breath when they finally parted. "Miss me, Sunshine?"

Justin didn't answer. He just kissed Brian again, while undoing the buttons of his shirt. He kissed his way down Brian's chest, and then opened Brian's pants.

He fell to his knees and yanked Brian's pants off in one swift motion. Justin moved in swiftly to his goal, but then suddenly sat back in surprise. "What the fuck?"

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" Brian asked, tongue in cheek.

"Brian, is that a heart?" he stuttered. "Shaved into your…" Justin stopped and stared dumbly.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Sunshine," Brian said softly, brushing an affectionate hand through Justin's hair. Just like the dream, Justin looked up to his lover, gracing him with his most radiant smile. After a moment Brian gave his hair a gentle tug. "Now back to work."

Justin snorted out a laugh and quickly dove back into his task.

'Valentine's Day indeed,' thought Brian.

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