Ok, I was only teasing. I loved this and here's why:

But by then it was too fucking late. He was showing up out of the blue at my loft, he was leaving little art show flyers behind after a weekend of nothing but fucking and sleeping and taking showers, he was curled up warm and horny in the bed at the house, and he came sneaking in the kitchen door two days before Christmas, with a big smile on his face hiding his completely black and devious heart. All tied up with a big bow of sex and not talking about stuff, just what I’d always wanted. Thanks a whole fucking lot, Santa.

HILIARIOUS....BRIAN'S SO FUCKED AND IT'S STILL EARLY.

He was all red and had little pillow wrinkles on his cheek, so I had to kiss him and make sure he was still alive. He was.

IT'S THIS TYPE OF DETAIL THAT MAKES THE WAIT FOR MORE SO VERY WORTH IT....IT TOUCHES MY HEART.

Or do what I did now, and try to get his entire body and soul inside of me somehow. My desire to protect him could sometimes overwhelm everything else. And I knew he’d hate to hear that, even while he was burrowing into me like I was the last safe place on earth.

THAT IS THE PERFECT DESCRIPTION OF LOVE....I seriously loved the whole loft talk and interspersing it with sex is all Brian/Justin. The tenderness vs. roughness was an amazingly clever contradiciton. Very nicely done. can we have more of that please?

“Wait ‘til next week, I’ll go with you.”

“Mmmm, Brian in New York. That means we add an extra two days for you to buy clothes.”

“I see you’ve met me before.” Justin pulled his head back then and looked up at me. He was smiling, but I noticed the dark circles under his eyes. The boy needed a nap. “Just take it easy, Justin. Why don’t you go home, or even just stay here and get some sleep?”

He yawned. He kissed me. He went back to bed. That was easy. I was sure I’d pay for it later.

OMG...THE LOVE...GUH!!!!!!

But for some reason having Brian like them did something weird to my stomach that no one else could do. He must have seen that on my face because he came over to me and just stood looking at the paintings, his arm over my shoulders.

CONTRASTED WITH THIS: And I felt the strangest feeling in my stomach when I saw the look on his face when I gave it to him. And for the first time I wondered how I was going to leave him here and go back, because I suddenly wanted to be the one to make him feel that way about every painting he ever did.

BROUGHT TEARS TO MY EYES. THAT, THAT'S LOVE...COMPLETE.

THE CLUB WAS FUCKING HOT...voyeur fics are totally a kink of mine. ;)

Brian/Ted interactions were clever and snarky. Loved that scene.

There's tons of emotions going on here..the primary one being love. I'm totally excited about where you're going to take us!

thank you for starting to write and sharing with us!!