Where I Belong

Putting On The Brakes

Brian, Justin and Ryan finally walked out of Babylon a little after 2:00a.m. Justin and Ryan were a bit drunk and kept having fits of giggles and referred to inside jokes that Brian didn't understand, but he laughed with them none the less because it was just so funny listening to them. They were like giddy kids, holding hands and practically skipping back to the Jeep.

Once they reached the Jeep, Justin called, "Shot gun!"

"Shit!" Ryan protested.

"Ha-ha," Justin sang and then stuck his tongue out at him. Brian started laughing at their childishness.

"Cut it out you two or no Disneyland," he smirked. Ryan and Justin ignored his comment and got into the vehicle. When Brian started the engine, Justin started scanning the radio for a good song. He frowned when he couldn't find anything good on.

"Fuck, I hate the radio. Nothing but commercials and shitty music," Justin complained.

"I have some CDs in the glove compartment," Brian told him. Justin immediately opened the compartment and started looking through the selection of CDs.

"Hmm, let's see. Jimi Hendrix, The Eagles, Radiohead, Bjork, No Doubt, David Bowie - you've got quite a wide range of music, Brian," Justin commented. Brian just smiled back at him, and kept his eyes on the road. He peeked in his rear view mirror and noticed that Ryan seemed to have fallen asleep, and chuckled.

"...Daft Punk -- OH MY GOD! Dirty Vegas! I love this CD! Can we listen to this?" Justin asked excitedly. Brian laughed at him.

"Sure, give it here, and I'll stick it in."

"You can stick it in any time," Justin thought to himself with a smile, and then licked his lips, remembering how it felt dancing so close to the brunet. Even though it wasn't really his style, he had almost been ready to pull Brian to the back room if the other man didn't make a move first.

"Is that so?" Brian asked with an amused grin, getting the blond's sexual innuendo. Justin suddenly froze and then covered his mouth with his hand in surprise and embarrassment. He didn't think he'd said that out loud!

"Uh, yeah, you can stick in the CD any time now," Justin said nervously as he tried to cover his slip, but he knew Brian had got his real meaning. 'Oh well,' he thought, and mentally shrugged it off.. He was too buzzed to care at the moment. He handed Brian the Dirty Vegas CD, and put the case back into the glove compartment. He smiled as the first song "Should I Know" started playing, and began singing along with it. Brian continued to smile at Justin in amusement.

"Christ, Justin, do you think you could play that shit any louder?" Ryan bitched from the back seat, his head leaning against the window and his eyes still closed. Justin giggled and made a face.

"Oops," he whispered to Brian, and turned the volume down. "Sorry, Ry," Justin called out apologetically.

Brian and Justin made small talk, and before they knew it, Brian was pulling into the driveway to drop Ryan and Justin off.

"Well, here we are," Brian said a little reluctantly. He wished the night wasn't ending. He wanted to get to know Justin better... much better.

"Yeah... I uh, I had a great time, Brian," Justin said shyly.

"Me too. Today was incredible. I got to meet my family for the first time, and they all seem like really great people. Going out with you tonight was just the icing on the cake," Brian said, surprised at his own honesty. Justin blushed. They were staring at each other for a moment, and he thought about leaning in to give Brian a kiss when he remembered that Ryan was in the back seat still.

"Hey, Ryan, wake up, we're home," Justin called out. Ryan opened his eyes and looked confused for a moment as he looked around.

"Looks like my little brother is a light weight," Brian teased. Ryan frowned at Brian.

"I can usually hold my liquor just fine. I guess I had more to drink than I thought," Ryan mumbled.

"It's true, I haven't seen him like this for a while," Justin said. Ryan opened the back door and stumbled out, then walked around to the driver's side and leaned against the door.

"Well, Brian, welcome to our crazy family. I hope you don't run for the hills," Ryan said with a laugh. It was evident that he was still buzzed.

"Me too," Brian smirked. "I hope you come out to visit again soon," Brian said.

"I will. Or maybe you and Justin could come to visit Scott and I in Harrisburg," Ryan suggested.

"That might not be a bad idea," Brian said thoughtfully. He had enjoyed hanging out with his brother tonight, and he really liked him. They actually had a lot in common.

"All right, take care," Ryan said, and started walking, or rather stumbling, toward Justin's "apartment" over the garage. Brian turned his attention back to Justin.

"I guess it's safe to assume that I'll be seeing you around," Justin said.

"Yeah... maybe we - you and I, could hang out again some time," Brian suggested.

"You mean like a date?" Justin asked with a smile.

"I don't really do dates..."

"Oh. Well, that's a shame, because I happen to be tons of fun on a date. So really, you're missing out," Justin shrugged. He opened the passenger's side door. "Well, I'll see you around, I guess," Justin said.

"Yeah," Brian said with a slight frown. He wasn't sure why he felt a tinge of regret saying he didn't do dates. He watched as Justin got out of the car, come around to his side and lean his head inside his window. Before he knew what was happening, he felt Justin's lips against his. It was just a quick yet soft peck, but it sent a shiver from his head down to his toes, back up into his stomach and then finally straight to his cock, causing it stand at attention.

"Let me know if you change your mind about that date," Justin whispered.

"Uh..." Brian's voice squeaked, and he cleared his throat. "Okay." Justin gave him his brightest smile, taking Brian's breath away.

"Night," Justin said, and walked toward his place. Brian's throat was dry and he watched Justin's perfect ass as he walked away.

"What the fuck is happening to me?" Brian thought outloud. "What am I, a fucking muncher?" he cursed himself and let his forehead fall against the steering wheel. He shook his head and then laughed at himself. He didn't know why Justin had such an effect on him, but whatever it was had to stop.

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Ryan threw himself face first onto Justin's bed. "Mmm, I love your bed. It's so fucking comfortable," Ryan mumbled. Justin laughed, as he shed off his clothes, and pulled on a pair of his comfy fleece pajama pants. He then pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed with Ryan.

"That hasn't changed. I've missed you, Ry. Tonight was great; just like old times," Justin smiled, as he cuddled up to his best friend.

"I've missed you too," Ryan said, turning to face Justin. "So I saw you leaning into Brian's car window. Did you do what I think you did?" Ryan asked. Justin giggled and then nodded.

"I kissed him," Justin admitted. "God, you should have seen his face, he looked absolutely stunned," Justin laughed.

"If a totally hot blond like you kissed me, I think I'd be stunned too," Ryan smiled, and then leaned in and kissed Justin on the cheek.

"Oh, please," Justin said with a slight blush.

"But seriously, Justin, I want you to be careful," Ryan said softly.

Justin rolled his eyes. "Come on, Ryan, I'm a big boy."

"Look, Brian seems like a cool guy. I like him. But I also know that he's a lot like I used to be, you know, not into commitment, and out for a good time. He is not the kind of guy who is looking for a serious relationship," Ryan warned.

"Okay, you said he's a lot like you used to be. Well, no one ever expected you to settle down with anyone, and not only did you do that, but you also moved away from your family and the city you grew up in to be with him. I would say that you've come a long way from being the party boy stud that you used to be," Justin pointed out.

Ryan sighed, and knew Justin had a point. "I'm just trying to look out for you."

"I know, and I appreciate it, but I think I can handle it. I just have to be careful how I play this. There's one thing I do know for certain, though, Ryan, and that is that Brian Kinney wants me. I can tell by the way he's looked at me since the day we met, not to mention the hard-on he thought I didn't notice when we were dancing together. The kiss was the last sure sign," Justin said with a smile, remembering the feel of his lips against Brian's.

"So what do you plan on doing?"

"I'll do what works 90% of the time - play hard to get and act uninterested, while at the same time being totally irresistible," Justin said confidently.

"You think that will actually work?" Ryan asked not sure if Justin was in over his head.

"I don't know, but I'm willing to give it a try. And if it doesn't work out with him, then at least I'll probably get a good fuck out of it," Justin smirked, and then yawned. "Let's go to bed, Ry, I'm so fucking beat," Justin said snuggling up against his friend.

Ryan nodded and reached over and switched off the lamp on the nightstand. "Goodnight, Justin, I love you," he whispered and kissed the top of the blond's head.

"Love you too... 'night," Justin said sleepily, and almost immediately feel asleep. Ryan, held on to Justin a little tighter and sighed. Justin would never know how much he really did love him.

When Justin and Ryan first met at age 15, they had both confessed they had crushes on each other. Nothing ever came of it, though, and their friendship continued to grow and they got closer, especially after Justin had permanently moved into the Jensons' home and was adopted. While Justin's little crush had turned into more of a friendly brother-like love, Ryan's feelings for Justin grew stronger in a more-than-friendly way, though he never said a word about it. He was too afraid of being rejected or even worse ruining their friendship. And though he had found Scott, and loved Scott, he was sure he'd never love anyone like he loved Justin.

He wanted nothing but the best for Justin, and he could only hope that Brian didn't hurt him. He hated to see Justin get his heart broken. His luck with relationships hadn't been to good, and Ryan had always been the one to help him pick up the pieces when it happened, but now things were different. He couldn't be there all the time to look out for him and protect him. He would just have to hope for the best.

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Sunday dinner over at Debbie's was lively as always. Brian hadn't said anything to anyone about his biological father, and figured this was a good time to tell them, since everyone was there. They were all pretty shocked to learn about Brian's news.

"Holy shit!" Debbie reacted.

"So where do you go from here?" Lindsay asked.

"Well, I'd like to get to know them all better. Daniel has made it clear that he wants me to be apart of their family. He was shocked at first when I told him who I was, but amazingly enough, he immediately accepted me," Brian told them.

"Wow that must have been something to meet brothers and sisters you never knew you had," Michael said. Brian nodded.

"I also have a 5 year old niece," Brian told them.

"Did you tell them about Gus?" Lindsay asked.

"Yeah. Daniel was excited to learn that he had a grandson. He and his wife Alice want to meet Gus soon," Brian told Lindsay.

"I don't know if that's a good idea," Melanie said doubtfully.

"Why the fuck not?" Brian asked.

"Well, we don't know them. I don't know if I can trust strangers being around Gus."

"That's just too fucking bad because he's my son, and his grandfather has a right to meet him. I would never let anything bad happen to Gus," Brian told her coldly.

"So you say," Melanie spat. Brian felt his hands tighten into fists.

"Mel, please," Lindsay said. She hated always having to play referee with the two people she loved most in the world. She sighed, and looked at her best friend.

"Brian, how about you bring Daniel and his wife over to our house for dinner sometime this week?" Lindsay suggested, causing Melanie to glare at her.

"I'm sure they would like that very much. They were interested in meeting you two as well. I'll have to give him a call and see what he has to say about it," Brian said. Lindsay nodded, and tried to ignore the scowl Melanie gave.

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When Sunday dinner was over, Brian felt the need for a drink or two or ten. Melanie had been such a bitch throughout the whole dinner, and it took everything in him not to go off on the cunt and toss her ass out the window. It seemed anything Brian did or was associated with him, was perceived as bad or tainted in Melanie's eyes, and he was sick of it. He tolerated her for the sake of Lindsay and Gus.

Brian found himself at O'Connell's, and briefly wondered why he came here instead of Woody's or Babylon. He smiled as he walked in the door and saw his sister Katie happy to see him.

"Brian! It's good to see you again," she said, and gave him a hug. Brian felt a warm feeling rush run through him. He wasn't used to people being happy to see him. It made him feel good.

"You too," he said, hugging her back.

"Are you actually going to eat here this time?" she asked.

"Actually, I already ate. I will eat here eventually, don't worry," Brian said.

"Well, Dad already went home, but Justin's at the bar if you want to go chat him up and get a drink," Katie said.

"Thanks," he said, and headed for the bar area.

It was pretty empty in there, which wasn't surprising, since it was Sunday night. Brian found an empty barstool and couldn't help but laugh when he spotted Justin. His back was to him, and he was shaking his ass and singing along with the song playing on the speakers as he dried a recently washed beer mug with a cloth.

"Hey, you ought to get some fries to go with that shake," Brian called out. Justin turned around and saw Brian sitting there with a smile, and felt himself turn red.

"Brian, what brings you to this neck of the woods?" Justin said, walking over to him.

"Just came by to get a drink. My night was a little tense," Brian admitted.

"Really. You want to talk about it? I'm a bartender. That's my specialty," Justin joked, leaning his elbows on the counter.

"Get me that drink first, and then I'll tell you," Brian said. Justin nodded, and then went about pouring Brian a double Jim Beam and set it in front of the brunet. Brian downed the shot, and waved for another one. Justin frowned, wondering what had Brian so upset, and poured him another double.

"What's going on?" Justin asked.

"It's that stupid bitch that helps raise my son. Smelly Melly," Brian scowled. Justin laughed at the nickname.

"Smelly Melly, huh? And what did Smelly Melly do to upset you?" Justin asked.

"She's just a bitch. I finally told my "adopted family" about Daniel and what's been going on, and when I mentioned I wanted him to meet Gus, she threw a fit, saying she couldn't trust a stranger around my son. She made it sound like I would be bringing in some crackhead off the streets. She pissed me off. She was being a bitch all night. I can't stand her. By the time I left, I definitely needed to wind down," Brian said. Somehow he felt much better after telling Justin all of that.

"What did Gus's biological mom have to say about it?" Justin asked.

"Lindsay offered to have Daniel and Alice over for dinner," Brian said.

"Sounds like she doesn't share Smelly Melly's opinion," Justin said with a small smile.

"No, she seemed intrigued by my news of Daniel and was eager to meet him," Brian said.

"I'm sure things will turn out okay. Daniel can charm the pants off of anyone. Everyone loves him. Must run in the family. It seems all his kids have the same effect on people," Justin said with a wink. Brian felt his cock twitch.

"So, what time do you get off?" Brian asked.

'I'd love to get off right now,' Justin thought, and smirked. He looked at the clock on the wall. "Um, in about 20 minutes, why?" he asked curiously.

"Well, I was thinking maybe you'd want to hang out for a bit," Brian said, his hazel eyes sparkling.

"Uh, yeah, sure. What did you have in mind?" Justin asked.

'For you to come over to my loft so I can fuck your brains out,' Brian thought, his cock getting hard at the thought. "We could hang out at my loft for a bit," Brian told him. Justin gave him a doubtful look.

"To hang out, huh? Are you sure that's all we'd be doing?" Justin asked.

"I guess there's only one way to find out," Brian said, leaning forward on the bar, his face only inches away from Justin's. The blond gulped, and shivered in pleasure at the thought of Brian's hands on him.

"Okay, I'll uh, follow you to your place when I'm ready to get out of here," Justin told him. Brian smiled.

"Great. I'll just wait here. In the meantime, I'll take a Guinness," he told Justin, and got out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling deeply. Justin nodded and got him his beer and went about cleaning up the bar. He was having trouble concentrating, knowing that Brian was watching him. He wondered what would happen when they were alone together at Brian's place.

'Wait a second,' Justin thought. 'I'm supposed to be playing hard to get. Nothing can happen tonight,' Justin reminded himself, and let out a sigh. This would be difficult. He wanted to feel Brian's lips again and could just imagine his cock buried deep inside of him. Unfortunately, that thought made Justin want Brian even more. He almost wanted to throw the "playing hard to get" idea out, and just let Brian fuck him senseless.

'Suck it up, Justin. Control yourself,' he told himself.

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The two men entered Brian's loft, and Justin's eyes went wide with envy, as he looked around the tidy living space.

"Wow, Brian, this place is great. I hope to be able to afford something like this one day," Justin said, taking in every detail.

"It does the trick," Brian smiled. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked.

"No, I'm fine, thanks," Justin said. He continued to look around, observing all he could, trying to get a better idea of who Brian Kinney was. Alice once told him that you could tell a lot about a person by what was inside their home.

He noticed that all the furniture looked expensive. There was a rather large flat screen television with a surround sound theater system in the living room. Everything had its place, and it was very neat and clean. The kitchen was nice, and Justin wondered if Brian had ever really used it to its full use.

He only glanced towards the bedroom, determined not to tempt himself to do away with his plan to play hard to get.

A large painting caught his eye, and he was momentarily stunned as he took in the details of the naked guy. The expression on the man's face was disheartening. He looked sad, vulnerable... lost. He wondered if that was how Brian felt and if that was the reason he bought this painting.

"Do you like it?" Brian asked, coming up from behind Justin.

"It's amazing," Justin said, his eyes still glued to the art. "Do you have any others?" he asked.

"A couple. There's another one over there," Brian said, pointing to the opposite wall. Justin walked over to the other piece of art and suddenly stopped dead in his tracks.

"Oh my God," Justin said.

"What?" Brian asked, seeing the look on Justin's face as he walked over to where he was standing.

"Brian... this is mine. I painted this," Justin said, softly.

Brian gave him a surprised look, and then gazed back up at the piece. It was a painting of a blond boy, sitting on some steps, with an in depth look of sadness, confusion and hurt. "You painted this?" he asked, in disbelief. He couldn't believe the coincidence.

Justin was amazed he was staring at one of his own paintings. "I painted this a few years ago and sold it at the Gay and Lesbian Center," he said, and then turned to Brian.

"Wow... I had no idea. I actually hate the GLC, but Lindsay was having some of her art work being shown there, so I went. I saw that painting, and I... well, I just had to buy it. It was something I could identify with. The boy in the picture looked so sad and lost, and that is exactly how I felt at that age - hell, I still feel that way a lot of the time. I thought it was a beautiful painting," Brian said. He frowned when he realized all he had just revealed about himself.

"That painting is of me, right after my parents said they didn't want a fag for a son, and kicked me out. I stood outside on those steps for a long time, just in shock and wondering what in the hell I was going to do," Justin said, feeling himself get a little emotional.

Brian looked more closely at the boy's facial features in the painting, and saw the resemblance to a slightly older version of Justin. He turned to look back at the young man, and noticed that he had tears in his eyes. He lightly put his hand on Justin's shoulder.

"That must have been difficult," he said softly.

Justin nodded. "It was, but that's the way things were. When Daniel heard about what happened, he didn't hesitate to take me in. He and Alice, they saved me. They've given me so much, and I will always be in debt to them for everything they've done for me over the years," Justin said. He turned to face Brian, looked up at him, his blue eyes full of unshed tears. "You should feel very lucky Daniel is your father and that you're a part of his family," Justin whispered.

Brian wiped away Justin's tears with his thumb. "I do feel lucky. And part of the reason is because if I hadn't found out about him, then I might not have met you," Brian said sincerely. He then leaned down and gave Justin a soft kiss.

Justin's need for Brian became overwhelming, and he hooked his hand on the back of the other man's neck, bringing him closer, and deepening their kiss. He couldn't think of anything but how much he wanted to feel Brian's body, and soon their kiss turned fierce, and they began tearing at each other's clothes.

Brian lifted Justin up, and the blond wrapped his legs around Brian's waist as they continued to kiss, and he carried him into his bedroom. They dropped onto the bed together, and Brian worked to take off Justin's pants. They were so caught up in their passion, and Justin was sure he hadn't been so hard in his life. He felt Brian start to slide off his underwear, and tease his stomach with his mouth, when suddenly he was filled with panic. He knew that he didn't want this to be just a one-time fuck. He had feelings for the man, and he couldn't let this happen right now. Things hadn't happened like they were supposed to. Justin had intended on playing hard to get and then reeling Brian in, but that is not how things turned out. He hadn't prepared for this, and though he really didn't want to, he had to stop.

"Brian," Justin called out.

"Yeah, talk to me," Brian said lustfully, kissing below his navel and licking around it.

"Brian, we have to stop," Justin said.

Brian looked at him in confusion. "Why? What's wrong?" he asked.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this," Justin said, looking away. Brian sighed. What in the hell was going on? He wondered. He had thought that Justin had wanted him just as much as he did him.

"What's the problem?" Brian asked.

"God, I don't know what I was thinking," Justin said, running his fingers through his hair nervously. Brian continued to look at Justin in confusion, painfully aware of his throbbing cock in desperate need of attention.

"Justin... did I do something wrong?" Brian asked.

Justin looked at him and shook his head. "No, it's not that. It's just..." Justin paused in mid sentence again, choosing his words carefully.

"What?" Brian pushed.

Justin sighed, hoping that what he was about to say wouldn't make Brian run for the hills. "I'm not sure what's going on between us, but I feel something for you," he admitted. "And that makes this a bit complicated."

Brian suddenly felt uncomfortable. The nice thing about having his sort of reputation, was that most of the men he was with knew the score. It was a fact that Brian Kinney didn't do relationships or love, and because those facts were well known about him, it usually saved him the hassle of having to explain about how things worked with him. That whoever was in his bed would get the fuck of their life, but that was where it ended.

But Justin hadn't known him or his reputation. In a way it had been nice, because Brian didn't have to worry about behaving or acting in any certain way around him. And now he was there, laying in his bed, half naked, with a man who was so completely open and honest, and able to freely lay out his feelings.

Brain was both admirable and frightened.

"I don't know what it is you expect from me," Brian said, cautiously.

"I guess what I'm saying is that I'm not exactly sure how I feel about you, but what I do know is that I don't want to be just some trick to you," Justin said softly. "I'm not interested in a one night stand," Justin told him.

Brian sighed and lay beside Justin and looked at his beautiful face, as he took his words into consideration.

"I'm not into playing games. I just thought I should be honest. I wouldn't want either of us to end up regretting anything." Justin said softly.

Brian was quiet for a moment, not quite knowing how to put what he was thinking into words. "Justin, I don't really know what's going on between us either, but just so you know, I don't think of you as a trick," Brian admitted.

Justin tried not to get ahead of himself at Brian's admission, but that was easier said than done.

"I'm not going to lie; I was disappointed when you said we had to stop," Brian said.

"I know I'm probably out of my mind," Justin said, shaking his head.

Brian chuckled a little. "So what is it that you're trying to get at, then?" he asked.

"I guess what I'm trying to say, is I'd like to get to know you better and see where we stand before making that kind of decision, that is, if you're willing to give me some time. If not, I can walk right out that door as your friend and we can forget any of this happened, no questions asked. I'm leaving it up to you," Justin said.

Brian remained quiet, and Justin wondered what was going on in his head. When he finally spoke, Justin almost jumped. "Okay, so say I go along with this; tell me what's allowed," he said.

Justin smiled brightly at him, making Brian feel warm all over. "Allowed?" Justin asked.

"Yeah. What are the boundaries?" Brian asked.

Justin smiled again, leaned in and captured Brian's delicious lips with his own. He snaked out his tongue, and Brian automatically opened his mouth invitingly, and deepened their kiss. After a moment, Justin pulled away from the breathtaking lip lock. "That's allowed," he whispered.

Brian grinned and licked his lips. "How about blow jobs?" he grinned, only half joking.

Justin laughed. "Well that sort of defeats the purpose of this whole thing now, doesn't it?" he said.

"I just thought I'd ask."

Justin looked at his cute expression and wanted nothing more than to jump on him and let Brian have his way with him. He knew he better leave before he changed his mind about not sleeping with Brian yet. He sat up and started reaching for his clothes.

"On that note, I think I'd better go home. It's too tempting being here, especially like this," Justin said, motioning to his partially naked body.

Brian nodded, and then handed him his pants that he had tossed on the floor earlier.

"Thanks," Justin said, taking them from Brian and putting them on.

After he got dressed, Brian walked him to the front door. Justin looked up at him, and smiled. Brian smiled back at him and leaned down and gave him an earth shattering kiss. When it ended, Brian smirked as he saw Justin's tented pants.

"What's the matter, Sunshine?" Brian asked teasingly.

Justin frowned at him. "That was so not nice, Brian," he said, pretending to be angry.

"I thought it was pretty fucking good... obviously you did too," he said pointing to Justin's hard-on.

"I'm so going to get you back for that," Justin murmured.

"Can't wait," Brian said, opening the heavy metal door. Justin smiled and walked out. "Justin?" Brian reluctantly called out.

"Yeah?" he asked, turning around.

"Would you be opposed to grabbing some dinner with me sometime?" he asked.

"You mean a date?"

"Well, call it what you will," Brian said with a slight eye roll.

Justin smiled at him brightly. "I'd like that. Give me a call," he said. Brian nodded, and then watched the blond leave.

As Brian closed the door, he briefly wondered what had just happened. He should have been pissed that Justin put the brakes on him. If it were any other guy, he would have called them a tease and kicked them out of his loft. It was different with Justin, though. He understood that Justin wanted to be sure before sleeping with another man. He just got out of a relationship, and he was in protective mode. His feelings were fragile. Brian had to admit that he didn't really want to have a one night stand with with the blond, either. He wasn't really sure what he wanted.

He was curious as to what might happen between the two of them. With sex out of the equation, they could end up seeing that nothing was there. On the other hand, if their chemistry and desire for one another were to grow stronger, when or if they did finally sleep together, it would probably be really great.

Brian shook his head and smirked. It looked as though he were pondering a new relationship. Well, wonders never ceased.