Puffs of Fluff

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"Hey."

"Hey."

"Mmm, must have been a productive day at the easel, Sunshine."

"What makes you say that?"

"The fine scent of turpentine in the air."

"Oh well, it will be replaced by the fine scent of dinner, so why don't you go change."

"Bossy bottom." Brian grumbled as he bussed Justin's temple with a kiss then headed for the stairs to change from Brian Kinney, ad man to Brian, partner. Removing his shoes, socks and suit, Brian donned his favorite worn jeans leaving the top button undone. While fishing around for a wife beater, Brian spied a denim shirt hanging on the bathroom doorknob. The shirt looked familiar, it was Brian's but unworn for many years. It still fit but a denim shirt just wasn't Brian anymore.

Lifting the shirt off the knob Brian noticed it was covered in splatters of paint. Most of the paint was dry but with a few damp spots that tinted Brian's fingers. Brian held the shirt close to his nose and inhaled the scent of Justin, the scent of his hard-working artist, the scent of his lover. Brian put a scowl on his lips and went to the steps.

"Sunshine, care to explain." Brian growled, waving the shirt.

"I can explain but it won't make any sense."

"I'll be the judge of that." Justin continued cooking as he told Brian of his day.

"It started as something light and airy like puffy clouds. I wanted to paint something happy but then a whole lot of shit started floating around in my head."

"What shit?"

"You know, the prom, Ian, the Pink Posse, Stockwell and you know."

"Yeah, I know."

"My fluff turned dark and scary, I started feeling lonely and cold. I stopped painting to look for something to put on. I was digging in the closet and I..."

"You found an old shirt."

"Yeah, I didn't think it was yours. It's so not you. But when I went to put it on I could still smell your cologne. It was soft and comforting. Are you angry with me?"

"No, I'm not angry. Dinner almost ready?"

"A few more minutes."

Brian went back into the bedroom. Leaving the shirt on the edge of the bed, Brian took out a tank top from his drawer. He was about to put it on when he gazed at his old shirt, now Justin's smock. Brian left the tank top in the drawer and again held the smock to his face. He thought he could smell a hint of his cologne but it was overpowered by Justin's unique scent. Brian put on the shirt leaving it unbuttoned and his chest bare then joined Justin in the kitchen.

"Brian, you'll get paint all over you."

"Like the paint on you." Brian whispered as he thumbed away a fleck of paint from Justin's cheek. Brian drew the boy to his chest, inhaling the intoxicating scent of Justin.

"So you wanted to paint something fluffy?"

"Yeah."

"And you got a little side tracked?"

"Yeah."

"Think maybe I can inspire something puffy and fluffy?"

"Yeah." Justin replied as his head was still nestled against Brian's chest. Justin let the warmth of Brian flow through him. The lovers hugged a little tighter.

"But do you think I can be inspired after dinner?"

"Yeah."

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