Eternal Triangle

Daydream Believer

Brian knocked on Daphne's door, hoping he had beaten Justin to her apartment. Hearing a muffled, "Come in," he opened the door and stepped in. He glanced around the room-no blond. "Daphne? Where are you, little girl?" he called out, a mock leer in his voice.

The petite woman came into the room laughing, "Hey Brian. You got here fast. Justin called and he's still on the bus-something about a traffic jam."

"Good. Now I have time to have my wicked way with you before we get caught by my partner." Brian wriggled his eyebrows suggestively, causing Daphne to giggle again. "No? Well, I wanted to talk to you without Justin around."

"Okay, why don't you come back to my room then? I'm trying to get ready for a date-maybe some of your wonderful fashion sense will rub off on me." Daphne turned and skipped down the hall.

"Flattery will get you everywhere." Brian followed her and carefully examined the clothes she had laying out on the bed. "So, what's the goal for tonight? A hot, meaningless fuck or a romantic evening, leading to marriage and two point one children?" He rejected two outfits out of hand-no matter what her motives, they just wouldn't work.

"How about great sex and a relationship that lasts longer than my normal five week run?"

"Ah, the combination date. Sexy yet demure." He picked a hot pink halter-top from one outfit, added it to a black denim miniskirt and handed them to her. "There, guaranteed to hook him tight. I'll leave the reeling in of said guy to you."

After holding up the outfit in front of her and considering her reflection in the mirror, she nodded and said, "Thanks, Brian. This will definitely work." Daphne disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar so they could talk. "Brian, you had something on your mind?"

The brunet sprawled out across the bed after pushing the rejected attire to one side. "What's been bothering Justin lately? He won't talk to me about it. It's not all the crap about Mikey, is it?"

"No, it's not him-at least not now that you've promised to have him back off." Daphne's curly head popped out the door. "You know Justin's not been sleeping well, don't you?"

"Shit yeah, but what I want to know is why? The boy normally sleeps through the night-nothing bothers him, yet lately…" Brian shook his head, "He's been restless, waking up several times a night. He gets up and prowls the loft, thinking that I'm asleep and don't realize it. Plus, he's started keeping some sort of journal-he's never done that before."

"You really need to talk to him, Brian. He's told me a little bit about it, but he made me promise not to say anything. Sorry." The door opened and Daphne twirled around, arms held away from her body, "So, what do you think?"

"Hmm, not bad-for a girl." Brian got up off the bed and stretched. "Justin should be here any second. I guess I can get started collecting his shit."

"I don't think he unpacked much. Check his room. Scott should be here soon, too."

"Hey Daphne-promise me something. If things get to be too weird for Justin and I still haven't gotten him to talk to me about it, don't let him do anything crazy, alright?"

Daphne nodded solemnly, "Sure thing, Brian, but…" She shrugged slightly and added, "You know as well as I do that when he gets stubborn, nothing you or I say gets through to him. Look at that whole situation with Cody-we were lucky he came to his senses on his own back then."

"I know, but somehow I feel this is different. Just keep an eye on him."

"Always-he's my best friend, after all." Daphne reached into her closet, pulled out a calf-length leather coat, and then hesitated. She turned to Brian and said, "I might be betraying Justin's trust, but I'm worried about him too. You already know about the journal-maybe if you could get a look at it, it might give you a clue."

Brian nodded; he'd already considered doing just that. "That's a possibility, but only as a last resort." He went to Justin's room, looking around to see what was there. He picked up two still packed duffle bags and put them onto the bed. After going through the closet and the drawers in the dresser, filling an additional bag, Brian realized Daphne had been right. Justin hadn't unpacked much, and that worried him. Justin normally quickly settled into wherever he was living, whether it was at the loft or Daphne's apartment.

"Brian, whatcha doing?" Justin's soft voice asked from the door of the bedroom.

Brian glanced over at the younger man, "You were running late, so I thought I would start getting your stuff together for you. Did you get some good information at the bookstore?" He smiled at his lover, quirking an eyebrow.

Justin hesitated-this would be the perfect opportunity to bring up his dreams and his conversations with both Brooke and Marilyn, but… He decided that more information needed to be gathered before presenting it to Brian. "Yeah. Brooke-you know, the English guy who owns the store-gave me a list of interesting places for us to check out. I'm really looking forward to this trip now."

"Well, maybe you can tell me about it at dinner tonight. For now, let's get your shit and get out of here. Little Daphne has a date and she probably doesn't want us hanging around, cramping her style."

Justin laughed, "Yeah, I've already been informed of that fact." He picked up one of the bags and his portfolio, leaving the other two suitcases for his partner.

The two men said their goodbyes to Daphne and went out to the Corvette, storing the luggage in the back. After they got into the car, Brian asked, "So, do you want to go out and get something to eat? I don't think there's anything back at the loft."

"Sounds good. I'm kinda tired, so after we eat, I just want to go back home. You can go out with the guys if you want." Justin leaned his head against the back of the seat and gazed at his boyfriend, curious to see his reaction. Under normal circumstances, Brian would chafe at the idea of staying in on a Saturday night.

"Well, aren't you in luck-a quiet evening at home was just what I had planned-that and fucking you all night." He smiled at the glowing face of the younger man; he'd obviously said the right thing. He hadn't been doing that too often lately.

"Hmm, sounds wonderful. Let's go." Justin grinned at the other man.

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The elevator had been sitting at their floor for several minutes before either man realized where they were. Justin pulled away from the taller man with a laugh, "Maybe we should take this inside."

"Best idea I've heard all evening." They hauled Justin's things into the loft, dropping them by the door. Brian reached for the smaller man, grabbing his jacket and tugging him close. He leaned down and touched his forehead to Justin's, whispering, "Now, where were we?"

Justin slowly ran his tongue over his lower lip as he gazed up into the hazel eyes, "I believe you were about to ravish me." He slowly lowered the zipper on his coat and slipped it off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor with a faint thud. Justin slipped his hand underneath the edge of Brian's leather trench coat and methodically popped the buttons undone, one by one. He pushed the coat down and Brian caught it in one hand, tossing it over to land on the couch.

"Ravish? What is this, a cheap romance novel?" Brian smirked.

"Hmm." Justin slowly ran his hand up underneath Brian's tee shirt, enjoying the feel of warmth against his slightly rough palm. He eased the fabric up and began to drop whispery kisses along the other man's ribs, allowing the tip of his tongue to glide wetly across the skin. The blond gradually worked his way up, capturing a dusky nipple lightly between his teeth and nipped it to hardness. He slid his left hand down to cup Brian's erection and gently squeezed. Justin peeked upward at his partner's face and whispered, "This is better than any novel written. I love your body."

"Fuck, Justin." Brian grabbed the hem of his tee shirt and pulled it up and over his head. He then grasped the smaller man's hip and jerked his body closer to his own. "Bedroom?" He smiled at the blond's nod and turned, drawing Justin along behind him.

Brian halted at the end of the bed and shoved the other man down onto the mattress. He watched his young lover's reaction as he ran his hand slowly down his chest until he reached the waistband of his jeans. Justin propped himself up on his elbows, lust clouding his eyes as he enjoyed the show Brian was putting on. The brunet kicked his shoes off, dropping his jeans to the floor and stepping out of them, then straddled his lover's thighs.

Brian hooked his finger under the button on Justin's jeans and eased it through the hole. Leaning down, he began kissing Justin slowly as he eased the zipper down. As he slid his hand down, covering Justin's erection, he whispered, "You're like some fucking drug I'm addicted to; that I can't get enough of."

Justin's breath hitched at Brian's words. "Briiaan," he groaned, lifting his hips as the brunet tugged on his jeans.

Brian pulled them down his legs, chuckling slightly as they hooked on Justin's sneakers. He quickly yanked the shoes off, then tossed the pants heedlessly to the side. He leaned back on his heels and let his eyes wander over the half-naked man, enjoying the view. Justin's skin glowed palely in the orange light.

Justin sat up and jerked his tee shirt over his head, whispering, "I want to feel every inch of you against me." He reached over and grasped Brian's shoulder, encouraging the other man to follow him as he lay back against the pillows.

Brian slowly moved his body against the smaller man's as he kissed Justin, their tongues swirling lazily each against the other. The slight friction was making him even harder than he had been earlier, and the need to be inside his lover increased. "Hmm, roll over, Justin. I wanna fuck you, now."

Justin smiled as he wordlessly rolled over. Brian moved so he was kneeling between the other man's legs, then lightly ran his fingertips down Justin's back to his ass, causing him to squirm slightly at the ticklish feeling. The blond moaned as Brian grasped each rounded globe and pulled them apart. Brian licked his way down the crack to Justin's hole, then twirled his tongue wetly around it. He puffed warmly on the moisture as he sharpened his tongue, then plunged it deep within Justin's twitching entrance.

Justin began rocking back and forth in rhythm with the thrusts of Brian's tongue. He gasped as the brunet clutched his hips tightly and pulled him back tightly against his face. Scrabbling at the sheets as he tried to hold on, he moaned softly, "Fuck Brian-that feels… sooo… ah, so fucking… good."

Brian smiled slightly as he dropped light kisses along the blond's ass cheeks-he loved making the blond incoherent with desire. He stretched his arm over and grabbed a condom and the lube from the bowl. He rolled the condom onto his hard dick, quickly slicked it with the slippery liquid and pulled Justin up onto his hands and knees.

As Brian placed his hard cock at Justin's hole, the phone began to ring shrilly. Brian continued pushing his way in as the answering machine picked up and Michael's frantic voice filled the loft.

"Brian? Brian, are you there? Fuck, Brian, I know you're there, please pick up the phone. I'm in trouble here and I need your help."

Brian leaned his forehead against the small of Justin's back for a second then leaned over and grabbed the phone, "What?" He began moving his hips slowly as he grasped the other man's hip with his free hand.

"Oh, thank God. Brian, I fucking got robbed." Michael sounded hysterical as he talked.

Brian's movement stopped as Michael's words sank in. He carefully pulled out of Justin and sat on the edge of the bed. "What the fuck happened?"

"I went to Babylon tonight-none of the gang was there, so I decided I would just grab a drink then head home. While I was standing at the bar, this incredibly good-looking guy came up and asked me to dance. After a while, he asked me if I wanted to go over to his place. Anyway, we drove for a few miles, then he pulled over, fucking took my wallet and cell phone and kicked me out of the car."

Shaking his head in exasperation, Brian asked, "Mikey, how many times have I warned you about talking to strangers?" He shrugged slightly at Justin's questioning look. "Where are you?"

"I'm at a pay phone on the corner of… yeah, Maple and Broadway. Do you know where that is? Can you come and get me?"

"Yeah, I know the area and I'm coming-just not in the way I had planned." Brian got up off the bed and pulled on his jeans. He looked around for his shirt then remembered he had taken it off near the door. He opened a dresser drawer and grabbed a clean tee shirt.

"Oh, did I interrupt something? Did you have a trick there-if you did, I'm sorry."

"Sorry's bullshit, Mikey. I'll be there in a few." Brian hung up the phone and turned to Justin, "I gotta go; he's really fucked up this time."

"What happened?" Justin braced himself against the headboard and ruefully looked at his hard-on. So much for getting any hot sex tonight.

"A trick robbed him and abandoned him out in the middle of nowhere." Brian leaned over and softly kissed Justin on the mouth. "Don't wait up-God knows how long it will take me to calm him down." He smiled at the blond as he grabbed his keys and phone, then slipped on his shoes and left the loft.

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Michael grinned as he replaced the receiver. He knew exactly what he had interrupted. He had been standing on Tremont, watching the loft, when Brian and Justin pulled in that evening. It pissed him off when he saw the two men take out Justin's luggage-that meant the blond was back living at the loft. Knowing those two, they would be fucking within minutes of their walking into the apartment.

He had flagged down a taxi and directed the driver to take him to a lower class neighborhood across town. He knew that Brian would be worried and come to get him. Michael had to wander around a bit until he found a working pay phone, then placed his call.

Michael paced for a few minutes then glanced at his watch. Brian should be here any minute now. He looked at his watch again and frowned, slowly unfastening it. He slipped it into his pocket-after all, if he'd been robbed, wouldn't the guy take it as well?

He made sure he looked upset when he spotted the Corvette round the corner. Michael hurried over as Brian parked the car and got out. He threw himself into his friend's arms, muttering against Brian's chest, "I'm so glad you're here. This neighborhood is really scary."

Brian tightened his embrace, trying to offer some comfort to the scared man. "Come on, Mikey. It's late-let's get you home."

The ride to Michael's apartment was silent. Michael shifted in his seat until he was facing Brian. His heart clenched as he watched the streetlights illuminate the profile of the other man-he had loved this man for so long, there wasn't anything he wouldn't do to get him.

Brian kept stealing glances at his friend from the corner of his eye as he drove through the deserted streets. Michael's actions were puzzling him-he seemed too calm for a man who had just been robbed. Michael was a lot like his mom-they both tended to be very dramatic, yet here was Michael, seeming almost… serene.

Shrugging mentally, Brian pulled the Corvette up to the curb in front of Michael's apartment. Maybe his friend was in shock or something like that. Brian climbed out of the car and walked around to the other side, waiting for Michael to join him. They walked up to the front door and Brian turned to look at the smaller man. "Here you are, delivered safely to the door."

Michael leaned toward Brian, placed his hand on the other man's upper arm and asked, "Stay with me tonight, please? I don't want to be here by myself."

Brian gazed into the other man's pleading brown eyes and nodded slowly. This was his friend, who had been there for him through so much of the crap that had happened in his own life. He couldn't just walk away and leave him. "Okay."

Inwardly jumping up and down with glee, Michael unlocked the door and entered his apartment. He flipped on the light in the living room and asked, "Do you want something to drink before we go to bed?" He walked into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator.

"Water, if you have it. I'm going to call Justin and let him know that I won't be coming home tonight." Brian flipped open his phone and dialed the loft, "Hey, did I wake you?"

"No, I was just sitting here, sketching. Everything all right?" Justin's soft voice asked.

"Yeah, we're at his apartment now." Brian glanced over at the kitchen, where Michael was standing, head hidden behind the refrigerator door. "I'm going to stay here tonight-I think he's in shock. He's acting kinda… weird."

Justin grimaced at the other end of the conversation. Here they were again, with Michael interfering with their lives. He didn't feel he could say anything, though. Getting robbed must have been traumatic to Michael and he probably did really need his friend there. "Okay, guess I'll see you in the morning, then."

Brian sighed; he knew the blond was upset, but was thankful Justin wasn't making a big deal about it. He would just have to make it up to him later. "Hey, be ready early tomorrow-I'll swing by and pick you up, then we can go grab some breakfast, okay?"

"Sound's good, Brian."

"Now, get some sleep-and dream of me, Sunshine. Later."

"Later."

Brian closed his phone and turned, surprised to find Michael standing close by, holding two bottles of water. He involuntarily took a step backward, then instantly regretted it when he saw the hurt flare up in his friend's brown eyes. The brunet leaned over and gently kissed Michael on the cheek, "Let's go to bed, Mikey. It's late, I'm tired and I have to be up early."

Michael nodded and crossed the living room to the bedroom door, Brian following behind him. Brian moved to one side of the bed and watched as Michael stripped down to his underwear. The brunet decided it would be best if he slept in his clothes, since he was here as a friend. He didn't want to give Michael any ideas that there could be more to the situation. Brian kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the bed.

Michael crawled into bed. He was disappointed that Brian was still wearing his clothes, but at least he was going be spending the night sleeping in the arms of the man he wanted. He moved closer to the other man and sighed contentedly as he felt Brian's long arms wrap around him. Nestling deeper into the embrace, he drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that he would eventually get Brian's love. After all, Brian had chosen him tonight, not Justin.

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Justin's pencil was literally flying across the paper as he sketched. When Brian left earlier in the evening, Justin had found an unused sketchpad and started recording the details of his dreams visually, trying to clear his jumbled thoughts. Now, five hours later, the sketchbook was almost filled; on page after page, the long-dead men came to life, but he still felt confused.

Morgan and Jerome, shown competing against each other for the attention of Blaise; Josiah and Matthias, fighting to gain Brendon's notice. And now, if he were honest with himself, he and Michael were engaged in the same battle over Brian. Justin sighed as he closed the sketchpad and put it on the bedside table. He needed to find a way to break the cycle, to prove once and for all to Michael that Brian belonged with him.

He climbed off the bed and wandered through the loft, turning off lights and securing the door. He went into the kitchen and got a bottle of water out of the refrigerator, sipping on it as he returned to the bedroom. The blond placed the bottle next to the sketchpad on the table and got back into bed. Reaching up, Justin flipped off the orange light above the bed and settled into the covers. His thoughts were racing as his eyes drooped, then finally closed for the evening.

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December 24, 1777-Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

The sounds of merriment trickled through the snow-covered streets as the redcoats and remaining Tories went from party to party, celebrating the Christmas holiday. Josiah Thayer clutched his sketchpad to his chest as he tried to avoid the revelers, staying mainly in the shadows near the buildings. He froze as a group of drunken soldiers came around the corner, and pressed his back against the cold brick of a nearby building. Josiah sighed with relief when the soldiers stumbled past him, singing carols at the tops of their lungs and not noticing the slight figure standing in the dark.

The young blond began moving quickly through the falling snow as he reached the warehouse district. The area was dark and the workers were home with their families, so there was little fear of encountering anyone here. Josiah slipped down a familiar alley and knocked on a wooden door, stomping his feet to keep warm as he waited. When he heard the click of the lock, he pushed open the door and entered the small room.

"Merry Christmas, Brendon." Josiah reached up and kissed the older man, then rubbed his cold nose against Brendon's. "Damn, the winds are biting out there tonight." He quickly took off his greatcoat and moved to the fireplace, holding out his hands to warm them.

"Merry Christmas to you too, Josiah. I didn't think you were going to be able to come tonight." Brendon crossed the room and wrapped his long arms around the smaller man's waist. He nuzzled his face into the soft blond hair, then softly kissed Josiah's neck.

Josiah chuckled quietly as he turned in his lover's embrace, "Oh, I plan to come tonight-several times, if you're up to it." He slid his hands up the soft silk of Brendon's shirt until his fingers reached the other man's head, then pulled him down for a long, passionate kiss.

The two men were soon stretched out in front of the fire. Hands moved restlessly against heated flesh as each man sought to remove the other's clothing. Soft moans and tender words of love filled the room as the lovers caressed each other, heightening their desire.

Brendon grasped Josiah's legs and carefully placed them on his shoulders. He placed one hand on the other man's ribcage and held his cock at Josiah's entrance as he entered his lover. The brunet pressed forward slowly as he watched the younger man's face fill with pleasure. "Lord, Josiah-I don't know what kind of spell you've cast over me, but I can't get enough of you.

Josiah threw his head back and bit his lip as Brendon filled him-the sensations were almost too much for him. As his lover sank completely into him, he pulled him down, arching his neck as Brendon licked his throat. He writhed beneath the weight of the other man, lifting his hips in time with Brendon's thrusts. "Oh God, Brendon… don't… don't stop… I… I love you…"

Brendon captured Josiah's soft lips in a hard kiss, his throat tightening with emotions. He had never felt this way about anyone else in his life-over the space of a month, this vibrant young man had wormed his way into Brendon's heart, promising never to leave. He sped up his movements, making sure to hit Josiah's prostate with each stroke. As he felt his lover near completion, he snaked his hand between them and pulled on Josiah's cock, twice, three times. The young man arched his back in orgasm, the spasming of his hole pulling Brendon over the edge as well.

Brendon collapsed onto his lover, breathing heavily. He rolled to one side after a minute and gathered Josiah's sweaty body close to his own. Dropping light kisses on top of the man's head, the brunet took a deep breath then whispered, "I… love you too."

Josiah propped himself up on one elbow as his blue eyes sought Brendon's. He hadn't meant to tell Brendon of his feelings-he felt it was too early and that the other man would scoff or try to pull away. He relaxed slightly when he saw the sincerity reflected in his lover's beautiful hazel eyes.

Cupping his hand gently around Brendon's cheek, Josiah smiled and said, "You say that I cast a spell on you-what enchantment did you cast, that night I barged in here, uninvited?" Both men grinned as they remembered their first encounter.

Josiah had found Brendon McKeni's hiding place back in November when he brought the printer his political sketches. He had stood there, stuttering out his reasons for coming as he gaped at the beauty of the man seated in front of him. He totally ignored the presence of the other man-the one Brendon had introduced as Matthias Newhall, his best friend.

Both Brendon and Matthias had been angry at first, thinking that it was a trap by the British to capture the printer. However, as Brendon looked over the drawings and listened to the young man's sincerely meant ramblings, he felt his anger dissipate. That evening ended with Brendon promising to use Josiah's caricatures in his next edition and inviting the young man to submit more in the future.

Josiah found himself returning two nights later and discovered Brendon, partially undressed and by himself. He caught himself staring at the other man's unclad chest and blushed furiously when Brendon glanced up from the sketches Josiah had done, giving him a knowing smirk. That night was the first time Josiah had ever been kissed as a lover. As he rushed to the door, anxious to leave before he completely embarrassed himself, he felt an arm loop its way around him. He looked up just as Brendon lowered his head, brushing his lips softly across Josiah's mouth. The young man stood there, unmoving, as he felt Brendon's tongue slide wetly across his own closed lips. After a minute, Josiah had jerked away and fled, Brendon's final mocking statement ringing in his ears, "That's it, my boy, run away like the frightened little lamb you are."

Brendon rolled over, pressing his lover down with his own long body, "So little lamb, going to run away again?"

"Never again will I leave you voluntarily, Brendon. You're my entire world." Josiah smiled shyly as Brendon pressed their foreheads together at his words. His taciturn lover had difficulty expressing his feelings, but Josiah knew the other man loved him. It showed in every expression, every touch given to him.

The men's soft conversation was interrupted when the door was thrown open and Matthias rushed in. "Brendon, you have to get out of here. There are British troops searching the district even as we speak."

Brendon sprang to his feet and began dressing quickly as he asked, "How did you find out?" He glanced at his friend, noting the elegant clothing Matthias was wearing.

"I was at a party tonight when I overheard several officers talking about you. I moved as closely as I could and found out about the search. We have to get you out of here, now." Matthias cast a triumphant glance at the young blond as he continued, "I have a place where you will be safe out in the country. I'll take you there tonight."

Brendon nodded as he pulled on his boots. He and Matthias gathered up the various articles the printer had been working on while Josiah threw some clothing into a saddlebag. Brendon grabbed his cape and crossed the room where his lover was standing. "I'll contact you as soon as I can, Josiah. Now, you need to leave as well, before the soldiers get here. I don't want you to get into trouble."

Josiah pushed down his fear as he kissed Brendon then said, "Wait, I have something for you." He walked over, picked up his sketchbook and returned to his lover. "Here, I want you to have this, to remind you of me." The book was filled with sketches he had done of the two of them-he had brought it tonight to show Brendon, who had been asking to see something else besides his cartoons.

Brendon smiled tenderly as he took the sketchbook from the other man's outstretched hand. He carefully tucked it into his satchel with his other papers, then said, "Don't worry about me, Josiah. I'll be fine. Now, I need to go." One final kiss and he was gone.

Josiah finished dressing, then banked the fire and blew out the candles that were lighting the room. He quietly closed the door behind him and made his way home. As he walked, he prayed as he never had before, pleading with God to keep his lover safe.

Matthias grinned in the dark as the two men mounted the horses he had brought. As far as he knew, the soldiers weren't looking for anyone-they were too busy getting drunk. He had come up with this plan to separate Brendon from the young blond-he hated the fact that Josiah was in Brendon's bed, a place where he felt belonged to him. He had loved Brendon from afar for years, and had despised the blond artist from the minute he saw Brendon's reaction to him. He felt his heart lighten the further away from Philadelphia and Josiah that they got.

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March 22, 2007-Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania

Brian moaned slightly and shifted in the bed without opening his eyes. Hell, Justin was clinging to him like a limpet-he needed to get away just to be able to breathe. When he moved again, he took a deep breath then frowned as a strange fragrance caught his attention. When had Sunshine changed his shampoo? Well, he was going to have to tell him to change back, because he sure didn't like this one.

He opened his eyes, planning to wake Justin up with a morning blowjob, when his attention was captured by the dark curly head currently lying on his chest. 'Fuck!' Brian thought as he edged away from Michael. 'Thank God I looked before I started blowing him. He would have liked it too much, and Justin… well, he would cut off my remaining ball and feed it to the neighborhood dogs without even blinking.' He carefully got up off the bed without waking Michael then hurried into the living room and grabbed his keys and phone off the counter. He jogged out to his car-maybe if he hurried, he could still wake up his lover with that blowjob.

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Michael woke up slowly, trying to keep his dreams of Brian from slipping through his fingers. He glanced over and saw that the other side of the bed was empty. Listening carefully, he soon decided that Brian must have left the apartment entirely, not just his bed. He flopped back onto the pillows, frustrated tears filling his eyes. His hopes had been so high last night-he'd been positive he was getting through to Brian.

After a few minutes, he wiped his eyes and slowly got out of bed. He jumped into the shower then got ready to head over to his mom's house. She was having a dinner for the whole gang this afternoon, and he had promised to help her get ready. Having everyone there meant that Michael would be spending the time being tortured by the sight of Brian and Justin being together. Thank goodness, he was getting the cabin he'd rented in three days-he could then begin to woo Brian to his side. He smiled slightly, daydreaming about Brian as he drove.

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Justin groaned softly as his cock was encircled by a warm mouth. He moved restlessly on the sheets as the mouth sucked, pulling him deeper within the moist cavern. He reached down and tangled his fingers in the soft hair, pulling the head closer to his body. Justin let out a raspy, "Brendon…" as dreams mingled undistinguishable from reality. His eyes snapped open when the mouth abruptly pulled away and he met Brian's furious gaze.

"Who the fuck is Brendon?" Brian growled angrily as he sat on the edge of the bed facing the blond artist.

"Fuck!" Justin sat up quickly and reached for his lover, frowning slightly when Brian pulled away. He studied the other man for a minute, rapidly realizing that he was going to have to tell Brian everything. Sighing, Justin got up and stood in front of Brian as he said, "Let me take a shower, then we have to go see Mysterious Marilyn. She has something I need to show you, so that you'll believe my explanation. All right?"

Brian nodded jerkily then went into the living room.

Justin raked his fingers through his hair. Damn it, he wasn't ready to tell Brian about his dreams yet, but there was no other way, not if he wanted to convince Brian he wasn't cheating on him. He moved toward the bathroom, thinking, 'It's going to be a hell of a day.'

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