Pool of Regrets

Down in the Dumps

Justin sat behind the computer, busily working on the inventory for the Comic store. The flow of customers had been fairly slow, as it usually was in the evenings, and he glanced at the wall clock, seeing it was almost time for closing. He actually wished that his day had been longer. It had gone so fast, and now he had to close down shop and go home to a tense environment. He hated that things were so stressed between him and Michael since their fight.

Justin looked up from his task when he heard the bell on the door chime, indicating that someone was entering the store.

His body went slightly stiff and though he felt a cold chill run down his spine, he tried his best to seem unaffected by the man's presence.

"Michael's not here," Justin said, and then turned his attention back to his computer.

"I know. I came here to speak with you," Ben said calmly.

"I don't see how we have anything to say to each other," Justin said.

"I just... I wanted to let you know that I never wanted to come between you and Michael," Ben said.

Justin finally looked up at the handsome man, seeing no trace of insincerity. He knew that Ben was a genuinely nice guy, and that he probably meant well. Still, that didn't mean he had to make nice with the guy. He wasn't comfortable talking to him about the situation.

"Does it really matter?" Justin asked.

"Well, from your perspective, I guess it wouldn't. I guess I just didn't want you to misread things. I wasn't after him, or anything. I'm not the type of person to steal away someone else's lover," Ben told him.

"I really don't see any point in discussing this," Justin said, irritatedly.

Ben sighed. He really did feel badly about the situation. He never meant for anyone to get hurt, including himself. It wasn't a good predicament for any of them. He was at risk of getting hurt if Michael decided to choose Justin over him. He had already fallen in love with the brunet, and they shared an intense connection - one he'd never felt so strongly with anyone else.

No matter what, someone was going to be left out in the cold.

"The point is, people can't help who they fall in love with. It would be a lot easier if I didn't feel anything but lust for Michael, but that isn't the case. My feelings for him run pretty deep," Ben admitted.

"I still don't understand why you feel the need to tell me any of this," Justin said. He just wanted Ben to leave.

"I already told you... I didn't want you to think I had ulterior motives from the beginning. I understand these things happen sometimes, but it's never happened with me before," Ben explained.

Justin crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Ben with amused eyes. "Are you telling me all of this so that you won't have to feel guilty about wrecking a two and a half year relationship?" Justin laughed. "Because if that's the case, don't bother. You don't have to justify yourself to me. I'm sure if this works out in your favor, the big guy in the sky won't knock off too many points on your behalf. After all, you can hardly be blamed for falling in love," Justin said coolly.

Justin hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but he had a big headache, and he was so stressed and frustrated. Ever since this whole thing started his emotions had been all over the place. He wanted it all to be over with.

Ben looked down at his feet and let out a weak and slightly annoyed laugh, after Justin's comment. Still, he remained cool, calm and collected.

"I can understand why you would be bitter towards me," Ben said.

"Could you, really?" Justin sighed and then stared back at the man with a serious expression.

"Look, Ben. This isn't only about you. Michael is a big boy. We share an apartment, finances, a bed... we have a partnership in business. He's been my lover, family and best friend for two and a half years, and while I was trying to figure out what the fuck was wrong with him, do you know what he told me every time I asked?" Justin asked looking at Ben, who just stood there, listening. He didn't answer Justin, he knew he didn't need to.

"Exactly. He said nothing. I'm more angry at his dishonesty and the fact that he didn't come and talk to me about any of this, than I am that he has feelings for you. I asked him time and time again what was wrong, and he kept lying to me. The only reason it finally came out is because I forced him to tell me by getting angry."

Ben stared at Justin, a little taken aback at having learned that Michael had been lying to his partner. He could see how Justin would be really upset with him. He would have been too.

"I'm sorry he wasn't honest with you," Ben said quietly.

"Don't apologize for him; it's not your responsibility," Justin frowned.

Ben looked at the floor and nodded. "Maybe I overstepped my bounds by coming here," he said in a low voice.

"I think in some very small way there's a part of me that can appreciate what you're trying to do, but just so you know, you're really not taking the sting out of this situation by doing it," Justin told him.

"Point taken," Ben said with a nod.

"So, uh, I'm just wrapping up here; it's closing time," Justin said, hoping Ben would take that as his cue to leave.

At that moment they both turned at the sound of the chiming door, only to see Michael walking through it. He looked from Justin to Ben in surprise.

"What's going on?" Michael asked.

Justin remained emotionless and didn't say a word.

"Nothing. I was just leaving," Ben said.

Michael still looked at them stunned, wondering what words might have been exchanged between the two men.

Ben nodded his goodbye at them and then left.

"What was he doing here?" Michael asked Justin.

"You can ask him to tell you when you talk to him; I'm tired, Michael," Justin sighed.

"I think we need to talk," Michael said softly.

"I've been waiting for you to say that to me," Justin said quietly. "Let me flip over the closed sign and lock the door first," Justin said.

Michael nodded and then took a quick walk through the store and straightened up anything that was out of place. By the time he was done doing that he noticed Justin sitting on a stool waiting for him, so he went over to the blond and sat in a chair that was close by.

"I just want to start by saying that I realize that I never really apologized to you before about everything. Not just about Ben, but the fact that I didn't tell you what was going on even when you kept asking. In all honesty, I thought - or rather hoped, that it would just blow over. That maybe they were just passing feelings that would go away. I didn't know that I would end up feeling so torn," Michael admitted.

Justin nodded. "What do you want, Michael? Tell me what you're thinking," Justin said quietly, bracing himself for the worst news.

"What I'm thinking, is that I love you - and I love Ben. I am in love with two very different people who are both so special to me. As far as what I want... I haven't a clue. What I don't want is to lose you. I just... I don't know what to do," Michael said, tears coming to his eyes.

Justin felt his heart soften at the site of his boyfriend's tears. He'd seen the other man cry maybe twice since he'd known him. He could see the struggle and despair in his face, and though he didn't want to, he felt badly for him. He'd heard of people being in love with more than one person at the same time, and had always sympathized with their dilemma.

Justin got up from his stool and hugged his boyfriend as he cried, and then felt tears running down his own cheeks. After a while they finally pulled apart.

"I think I should move out," Justin sniffled. Michael looked up at him in shock.

"What?"

"Mike, you're not going to figure anything out with me being there. And it's been incredibly tense whenever we're in the apartment together. I really don't want to be around while you're trying to decide who you want to be with. I just think it's best if I give you some time to think," Justin told him.

"Where will you go then?" Michael asked, his voice had a hint of jealousy. Justin raised a brow at him, knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't worry. I'm not going to Brian's." He saw Michael's face relax a bit then. "I told Daphne what was going on a few days ago, and she actually offered to let me stay with her for a while until we sort things out," Justin said.

"Okay. If that's what you want," Michael whispered. Justin frowned at his boyfriend.

"No, Michael, of course it's not what I want. What I want is for us to be together and to be happy. I'm doing this because it's what has to be done. If this was about what I wanted, we wouldn't even be here discussing this right now," Justin told him.

"I understand. I'm so sorry," Michael said sadly. Justin nodded at Michael.

"I know."

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Brian rang Daphne's doorbell and waited for an answer. He hoped that he could convince Justin to get out of the apartment. He'd been avoiding everyone and staying at home whenever he didn't have work or class.

The door opened, and he saw Daphne standing there with a surprised and relieved look on her face.

"Brian," she smiled.

"Hey beautiful," Brian said, and kissed her cheek, causing her to blush. He smirked, thinking that some things never changed.

"Come on in," Daphne said, moving aside so Brian could enter the apartment.

"Thanks," Brian said.

Daphne leaned in close to Brian and started talking very softly, in case Justin might overhear her.

"Please tell me you're here to take Justin out of this apartment. I love him to death, but he's driving me crazy, and I'm so close to strangling him right now. He needs to get out and do something other than chain smoke and feel sorry for himself," Daphne said, shaking her head.

"I thought I'd give it a shot," Brian told her.

"He's in his room. But beware - it's awfully smoky in there, and watch your step because it's a complete mess. He hasn't cleaned up after himself the whole week he's been here," Daphne said, rolling her eyes.

"Thanks for the heads up," Brian smirked.

Brian didn't bother knocking on Justin's door. He opened the door slowly and walked into the dark room, and was shocked to see a disaster area before him. There were clothes everywhere. Empty pizza boxes, fast food trash, soda cans, and empty cigarette boxes were sprawled out all over the floor. Daphne hadn't been exaggerating about the smoke. It was so cloudy with smoke in there that he could barely see. There were three ashtrays that were overfilled with cigarette butts and ashes.

He looked over to the bed, where Justin was laying, drawing in his sketchbook, not even bothering to look up at him.

"You could knock you know," he said coolly.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? This place is fucking disgusting," Brian said with disbelief.

Justin looked up and glared at Brian.

"I don't recall asking you to come here. If you don't like it, get the fuck out," he hissed. Brian shook his head and laughed.

"You think it would be that easy to get rid of me? Think again," he told the blond.

He walked across the room, almost tripping on a shoe that was in the middle of all the trash on the floor. He immediately opened the large window to try to get some fresh air in there. Next, he opened the blinds.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Justin yelled, squinting his eyes at the light that was now shining in his face.

"What the fuck does it look like? I'm opening the window. I can't fucking breathe in here. I can't believe you've been able to stand it for this long," Brian said. He picked up a towel that had been laying on the floor and swung it around the room, trying to force the smoke out the window and air it out as best he could.

"Close the fucking blinds," Justin yelled.

"No. It's too dark. It was a beautiful day today, and you missed most of it. Sunshine obviously needs a bit of sunshine," Brian smirked, and walked over to Justin's bed and sat down on the end of it. Brian saw Justin staring at him blankly, and his heart broke. He looked terrible. He wanted nothing but to hold and caress him and kiss all the pain away.

"Why are you here, Brian?" Justin asked.

"Well, you haven't been returning my calls, and every time I try to catch up with you it seems you're gone or I've just missed you. When I called your place for the 50th time, Michael answered. He told me that you moved out," Brian said, watching Justin's face carefully. He saw the pain in his eyes, as he looked off to the side, not wanting to make eye contact with Brian.

"I thought it would be best if I left so he could make his decision," Justin said quietly.

Brian nodded. "Listen, Justin. I know that you're hurting. But you can't do this to yourself. You're going to make yourself sick," Brian said.

"Thanks for the pep talk," Justin said sarcastically. "Now would you please just leave me alone?" he asked.

"No. I told you that you couldn't get rid of me that easily."

Justin groaned, and threw his sketchbook onto the floor, then lay back on the bed and covered his head with his pillow.

"Ah-ah-ah, young man. You've got shit to do. The first thing on that list is you're going to go take a shower. You reek," Brian said, yanking the pillow off of Justin's face.

"Fuck!" Justin hissed and glared at the man.

"Next, you're going to get dressed - preferably in something clean, if that's even possible," Brian said dryly.

Justin rolled his eyes at Brian's comment.

"Then we're going to dinner. You need to get out of here for a few hours. When we return, I'm going to help you clean up this shithole," Brian told him.

"You're not going to go away until I agree to this, are you?" Justin sighed.

Brian smiled at him, and shook his head. "Nope."

"Shit! Fine. I'll go take a shower," Justin said, and got out of bed, grumbling under his breath as he left the room.

Brian breathed a sigh of relief. He thought it might be more difficult to convince the blond. He was grateful it hadn't been too hard. He looked around the room again and shook his head. Justin had his careless moments, but he never in his life had seen him do anything like this. Even if he was a bit messy at times, he was always a hygienic person. He had a tendency to leave his clothes and shoes lying around, but he wasn't a dirty person. He always cleaned up his messes and threw away his trash.

"It's gross, isn't it," Daphne said, coming into the room. Brian nodded.

"I've never seen him like this," Brian told her.

"Me neither. This was his old room before he moved in with Michael, and he never ever let it get like this. He also never smoked so much..." Daphne paused, as if contemplating.

"Come on, spit it out," Brian urged. He could tell there was something Daphne wanted to tell him. She sighed at him and then nodded.

"I think something else happened that he's not talking about. I mean, he was depressed when he first came here, but one day he came home and it was even worse. He's really fucked up, Brian," Daphne said, her face filled with worry.

"I know. Well, at least I got him to take a shower. I told him I was going to take him out and when we got back I would help him clean this place up."

"Thank you. I only noticed it was this way two days ago, and I haven't had time to do anything about it. I've been so busy with work and school," Daphne explained.

"He should be the one cleaning it up anyway," Brian said.

"Oh, he would have been. There was no way I was going to clean all this up by myself. But because I know he's going through some rough shit, I would have helped him," Daphne said.

"You're a really good friend," Brian told her and smiled.

"So are you, Brian. You're here. I just hope we can help him through this," Daphne said sadly.

"We will," Brian said confidently. "He's been through worse. He can get through this," Brian told her. If Justin could overcome being kicked out of his parents house, being bashed in the head, being in a coma, and going through all of the pain, sadness and frustration that came with his injuries - then he could make it through this.

An hour later, Brian and Justin were walking into Chevy's, a Fresh Mex and Grill restaurant. Justin used to love eating there when they were together. Brian had discovered it when a client suggested that they meet there for a meeting. He was pleased with the food, service and atmosphere, and made sure to take Justin there the next time they wanted to eat out. Just as he predicted, the blond loved it. Justin loved Mexican food, and especially loved this restaurant's Margaritas, which was his favorite mixed drink. They would always make him very happy, relaxed and best of all -- horny, which was why Brian sacrificed his carbohydrate intake to bring Justin here. The happier his boy was, the better the sex would be that night. Besides, whatever he ate would be burned off at the end of the night anyway.

Brian's thoughts and memories were interrupted as Justin spoke to him.

"I've never been here before," Justin told Brian as they waited in the front to be seated.

"You're going to love it," Brian said with a confident smile.

"I'm sure I will. I like Mexican food," he said.

"Just wait till you try their Margaritas," Brian said with a smirk, trying not to think about the mindblowing hot sex they wouldn't be having later that night like they always used to have after Justin sucked down a few mixed drinks. Tequila always had this incredible affect on the boy, and Justin never failed to surprise him by the end of the night. When his boy had Margaritas, a wild crazy side of him liked to come out and play, and being as Justin didn't drink them too often, Brian always looked forward to it, like a special treat.

Brian sighed. He was still trying to get used to everything being different, but he thought he was handling things quite well under the circumstances. There was still hope that things would be okay.

"How did you know I love Margaritas?" Justin smiled. Brian soaked in his expression. It was good to see him smile again.

"You told me, asshole," Brian said and laughed, trying to play it off. Justin hadn't said anything to him about liking Margaritas since he'd woken up in this life, but he could just assume that Justin had mentioned it to him sometime before then.

"I don't remember ever telling you that, but I guess it's possible I let it slip. I don't really drink them often. When we're all at Babylon or Woodies, I usually have beer or Jack Daniels because I know that if I drank a Margarita there, I'd never hear the end of it," Justin laughed.

"Yeah, you're right, you wouldn't. It's bad enough Emmett drinks his bitch booze," Brian said, with a smile.

"Hey, Cosmos are pretty good, actually. I had a taste of Emmett's one night," Justin said.

"Whattayaknow, you really are a queer," Brian teased.

"Fuck off," Justin laughed again. Brian was just happy that he was getting the blond to laugh. He had missed the sound of his laughter so much. The blond seemed like he was a lot more relaxed now, and Brian knew he made the right decision to take him out.

"Kinney, party of two?" The hostess called out.

Brian and Justin followed the waitress to a table, and after they were seated they looked over the menus and waited for someone to come over to their table to take their order.

"Shit, everything on here looks good - I don't know what to get," Justin said, after having gone through the whole menu at least three times, as he munched on some chips and salsa that had been set there for them.

Brian stared at the blond, and smiled. Justin had said the exact same thing when he took him there the first time, before. It was like deja vu.

"If you want, I could order for you, and then it could be a surprise," Brian suggested. He'd been there with Justin enough times to know what he liked.

Justin smiled at the brunet, and then nodded. "Okay. Just know that I don't like --"

"Green peppers, yes I know," Brian waved him off.

"Oh yeah, and whatever I get make sure you ask them to give me --"

"Extra sour cream and guacamole, got it," Brian finished his sentence again.

Justin laughed at the man. "What are you, psychic?" he asked.

"No, I just pay very close attention to what people like and don't like," Brian said, nonchalant. Justin shrugged it off, and smiled. It made him feel good that Brian listened to him and knew him well enough to know what he did and didn't like.

Brian found himself feeling a bit nervous. He had no idea why - he and Justin had been out to dinner lots of times before. This time though, felt different... like a date. He had felt like he had been getting to know Justin all over again. This Justin was different. He knew him in a different way, now. He started to ask himself why he never bothered to really talk to Justin sometimes. Most of their time together when they first met had been spent with more fucking and less talking. Of course that started to change, the more time they spent together, but Brian realized that he usually avoided any topics that expressed feelings. If he had allowed Justin to talk about the bashing instead of telling him not to think about it, he might have been able to help Justin cope with his insecurities and fears a lot better.

That was something he had been trying to work on since he woke up in his new world. He tried to be supportive, and listen. He encouraged Justin to talk to him about his feelings, and tried to let him know that he was there for him. It wasn't as hard as he thought it would be. Justin seemed to really appreciate it, too, which was what he was going for. Improvement. He was trying to fix the things about himself that caused him to fail before he came here.

When their waiter Robby arrived, Brian was ready to order for them.

"He's going to have a strawberry Margarita and a Pepsi. I'll have an Diet Pepsi and also a glass of water," he told the waiter, who was nodding and jotting down the order, then looked up at Justin and smiled. Justin didn't notice. He was too busy looking at Brian and smiling at him, having noticed the fact that Brian had bypassed alcohol and ordered a diet soda instead. He was so proud of him for sticking with his programs.

"And have you decided on what you'd like to eat?" Robby asked as he looked from Brian to Justin.

"Yes. He's going to have the Sizzling Steak Fajitas, with extra guacamole and sour cream on the side," Brian said confidently.

Robby smiled at Justin again. "Excellent choice," he told him. Justin just smiled in agreement. Brian raised a brow at the waiter. The man was was obviously interested in the blond. "And for you, sir?" the waiter asked Brian.

"I'd like The Grande Grilled Chicken Caesar Salad," Brian told him. Justin frowned at Brian.

"You're kidding, right?" he said looking at Brian like he was crazy.

"What?" Brian said, giving him a strange look.

"Brian, come on! We're at this great Mexican Restaurant, and you order a salad?! Take a chance. Live a little!" Justin urged. Brian raised a brow at the blond. He usually did indulge a little when he came here, but the difference was that this time he knew he wouldn't be able to work off the calories right afterward.

"You know I don't eat carbs or fat after 7:00," Brian said.

"It's 6:30," Justin argued.

"Yeah, but by the time the food gets here it will be 7:00."

"Come on. I dare you," Justin challenged. Brian smirked, amused with Justin's insistence. He'd always known his eating habits before but never really pushed him about trying something else. He decided to humor the kid. Why not? It couldn't hurt.

"Fine," Brian sighed. He looked at the waiter and handed him their menus. "Give me the Chicken Enchilada combo," Brian said.

Justin smiled at Brian and gave an impressed look. He didn't think that Brian would actually listen to him and splurge for once. He hated that Brian ate like a rabbit.

"All right. Any appetizers?" Robby asked.

"The chips are fine, but we'd like some fresh guacamole to go with them," Brian told him. Robby nodded and left to get them their drinks.

"Wow," Justin said, impressed.

"Happy now?" Brian asked.

"Very," Justin laughed.

A few minutes later, their drinks came, and Justin happily started drinking his Strawberry Margarita.

"Mmmm," he said, as he sipped it, and then licked the salt from his lips. Brian felt himself get hard under the table, as he watched Justin's pink tongue dart out to lick his lips. He stared at the blond as he then sucked his drink from the straw, and couldn't help but picture Justin sucking his dick instead.

"Oh my God, Brian. This is so good. I'm letting you order my drinks from now on," Justin smiled. "You wanna sip?" he offered.

Brian was about to protest, but then the thought occurred to him that putting his lips where Justin's lips just were was the closest he'd get to him tonight, so he nodded and took a sip of Justin's drink.

"That is good," Brian agreed. Justin nodded and started sucking on the straw again greedily. "Hey, you might want to slow down. Those drinks hit you faster than you realize," Brian warned.

"So what if it does? It's not like I don't have a good reason to get sloshed," Justin said, the bitterness in his voice from earlier having returned.

"So, are you going to tell me what happened with Michael?" Brian asked bluntly.

"You already know what happened. He told you," Justin said, dipping a chip in the guacamole and shoving it into his mouth.

"No, Sunshine. I'm talking about what has happened since then," Brian said, staring at Justin expectantly.

"Who says anything happened?" Justin asked.

"Daphne's spare bedroom, that's what," Brian said.

Justin sighed. "I saw them," Justin said quietly, and then took another sip of his Margarita.

"Who?" Brian asked.

"Michael and Ben. My shift had just ended at the diner, and I was leaving to go home, when I saw them walking together on Liberty Avenue. They didn't see me. They looked... so happy. They were laughing and holding hands. If anyone would have seen them on the street, they would have thought they were a couple. They seemed so close," Justin said sadly.

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Brian said quietly.

"Me too. Anyway, as you know, I didn't really take it well. I just didn't think that he would fall right into it like that. It hurt more to see it, I guess because it made it more real, you know?" Justin asked.

"Yeah, I do," Brian said quietly, as he thought of Justin kissing Ethan at the Rage party. He then tried to mentally shake off the image from his mind. He was trying to cheer Justin up. "Look, I'm sorry I brought it up. We can talk about something else if you want," Brian said.

"Actually, I know it might sound weird, but I feel a little better now just having said it out loud. Not that it makes the situation any better, but I haven't told anyone about it until now."

"Why not? I mean, why didn't you call me and tell me before?" Brian asked curiously.

He'd been wanting to know that ever since he talked to Michael about Justin moving out. He thought the blond would have called him when that happened, at least to talk. There was a part of him that expected Justin to ask him if he could stay at the loft with him, but then reminded himself that in this life Justin didn't usually run to him whenever he had a problem. Until recently, that had been Michael's job. Also, Brian was sure that Michael wouldn't have been too happy about Justin staying at the loft.

"I don't know why I didn't tell you. I guess I just didn't want to overload you with more of my problems. I mean, you've been so great in being there for me as a friend. I know drama gets boring for you. I thought you probably didn't want to hear about it," Justin told him.

"Justin, I always want to know when you're upset. I told you before that you can always count on me, and I meant it. I always mean what I say," Brian told him seriously.

"I know... I just didn't want to burden you," Justin said.

"You aren't. Don't shut me out, okay? Promise me that you'll always come to me if you need me," Brian pleaded. He hoped it didn't sound too pathetic.

"Okay," Justin whispered and smiled.

"Keep smilin', Sunshine. It looks good on you," Brian said.

"Couldn't agree more." They both looked up and saw that the waiter, Robby was back with their dinner. He set their plates of food in front of them, and winked before he left again.

"Looks like you've got yourself a little crush," Brian smirked.

"What? Who?" Justin asked.

Brian rolled his eyes. Was Justin really that clueless? "The waiter - Bobby," Brian said, as he started to cut his food.

"You mean Robby," Justin corrected.

"Whatever the fuck."

"I didn't notice."

"Obviously."

They started eating their food, and made small talk throughout their meal. Brian could tell that Justin was a little drunk. He was already working on his second Margarita, and he hadn't eaten anything all day so the alcohol was definitely catching up to him. Brian didn't mind though. He enjoyed a happy drunk Justin. It seemed that for now his blond's problems were forgotten.

"Brian, this is so fucking good. I'm so glad I let you pick for me," Justin said, as he gobbled down his dinner.

"What can I say, I know what you like," Brian shrugged.

"Yeah, I'm starting to really see that," Justin said, more to himself. "But you know, there are some things you don't know," Justin said with a mischievous look.

"Like what?" Brian asked.

"Like how I am in bed," Justin said giggled.

Brian laughed out loud at that. Now he knew Justin was drunk. "Wanna bet?"

Justin started laughing, and almost choked on the food in his mouth.

"What, you don't believe me?" Brian asked.

"Okay, I know we were together, but it was one time, and it was a long time ago, not to mention, I was only a virgin. I didn't know anything back then. Obviously, I've changed. I'm older now, and experienced," Justin told him.

"Yeah, well, I'm not the stud of Liberty Avenue for nothing. I bet I could be accurate in guessing how you are in bed," Brian said. He was just having a little fun with the drunk lad.

"Is that so? Well, maybe we'll find out later. I'll ask you a series of questions, and if you answer them incorrectly, you have to do something for me.

"And if I answer them correctly?" Brian asked with interest.

"Then I have to do something for you," Justin said simply.

"Anything?" Brian smiled.

"Well... I don't know about that. We'll have to establish the rules later. I'll think about it while we eat and get back to you," he giggled.

"All right, Sunshine. You better be ready to do whatever I want," Brian teased.

"Yeah, right. This is something that you can't win, Brian Kinney," Justin said.

"We'll see about that," Brian said, smiling from ear to ear. Oh, he could come up with a lot of things for Justin to do. Of course they all involved sex... he might have to rethink it through.