A/N: Thanks to Gerri for her great ideas for the future chapters, and of course thank you to Rena for her Beta work. ___________________________________________________ As he was sitting on the sofa beside his dog, flashes of another night pop into his head again. Suddenly it's not Cooper's dog face he sees anymore, it's the guy's face. With exactly the same hazel eyes. Deep, meaningful hazel eyes. Justin looked back and forth between the picture frame and his dog's face. This just couldn't be. Justin thought he'd finally lost his mind. How could the same guy he lost his virginity to be his dog now? How could a guy turn into a dog in general? He sighed, closed his eyes and leaned his head back. The young blond man really was exhausted. *Flashback* Moans filled the open room when two body's collided in a passionate kiss. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. He already felt the drugs he'd taken from the hazel eyed man kick in. He knew the guy's name. Something with a B. But right now he didn't care, his feelings were on overload. Everything seemed more colorful and bright. When the other man begun to lick down from his mouth to his throat, he leaned his head back to give him better access. "You're definitely overdressed.", the chestnut haired man mumbled while he pulled down the zipper of his jeans . Immediately he felt another wave of euphoria rush through his veins, when he felt warm hands wrap around his aroused shaft. A moan escaped his throat and he pulled the head of the other man down for a lingering kiss. Tongues dueling only to break apart when air was necessary. "Bed.", the chestnut haired man mumbled, grabbed the blond under his ass to lift him up and carried him over to the bedroom. In front of the bed, the hazel eyed man stood still for a moment, the first calm second since they'd entered the loft. Justin took the time to take a breath. At least he hoped he could, but with this breathtaking man, who held him right now, it was nearly impossible. Just as he was about to lean forward again, the chestnut haired man let go of his butt and he fell backwards on the soft mattress. The bed felt cold under his heated skin. Cold sheets against hot skin. Surprised at the cold, Justin inhaled sharply, that caused the chestnut haired man to break his task at hand. Literally. Justin looked down his body and was captured by the beauty of the warm hazel eyes gazing up at him from between his spread thighs. He groaned from deep within. Without a word said he reached his hand out, grabbed the head of the chestnut haired man and pulled him into a scorching kiss. Again tongues dueled until they broke their kiss to breathe. Out of breath the hazel eyed man leaned his forehead against Justin's. Justin was fascinated by the deep shade of brown with the golden sparks in them and immediately noticed the worried expression which seemed to ask him in a silent manner if he was really sure. He leaned forward to kiss the lips of his beautiful god. "Fuck me.", he said out of breath after they pulled apart. *Flashback end* °*°*°*°*°*° What the fuck? If I didn't know better, I would say he's dreaming of the night we had together a long time ago. I look around the loft and really consider walking over to the bed. I mean, even as a dog, it's still my bed. "Brian.", I hear his whispered groan and I look back at him. I crawl over to Justin and lick his face. Maybe that will wake him up, but he only sighs and I hear him groan again. "Wake up!", I bark which startles Justin and he jolts out of his sleep. "What the...", he starts, looks down and sighs. I only smirk, it seems he woke up before he'd had the chance to come. Poor Sunshine. How I would love to help him with his boner, but no. I'm still a dog, and I still don't see a light at the end of this tunnel. Justin sighs again and stands up from the sofa. Frowning I look after him when he walks over to the bedroom, pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it on the floor without a look backwards to see where it lands. That's exactly what I thought would happen. He's still a twink, never heard of cleaning after himself. I sigh jump down from the sofa and trot over to where the shirt landed grab it up with my mouth and with a shake of my head throw it over the back of the couch. Okay, it's not the perfect solution, but what should I do? It's not like I can fold the shirt with my paws. I walk over to the bedroom, glance in and for a moment, my heart stops beating. Twink or not. Blondie definitely has one of the most perfect asses I have ever laid my eyes on. I mean, right now, he's bending down to pull the covers back, and let's say I have the perfect angle to watch his bubble butt. When he's finished, he climbs into the bed and lays down. He looks over to me and frowns. I'm still standing on the same spot, trying to control my rapidly beating heart. "Hey Coop, come over here.", Justin says and holds up the blanket so that I can climb under it. I sigh, walk over to the bed, climb under the blanket and lay down. With my head resting on Justin's outstretched arm. I close my eyes and immediately drift off into a deep sleep. °*°*°*°*°*°*° *Flashback* When he woke up, he was alone. He still felt dizzy and didn't know where he was. He looked right and there was no one beside him, only a piece of paper. He yawned, stretched, grabbed the piece of paper and stumbled out of the bed to search for his clothes. When he had pulled on all his clothes, he yawned again, put the paper in his pocket and stumbled half asleep out of the loft. Without looking back. Never hearing the sound of the ringing telephone. When he woke up again he was in his bed. He felt sore and hissed when he stretched. Suddenly, he set upright in his bed and opened his eyes wide. He looked around the room and noticed something wasn't right. How did he get here? What happened last night? He threw his legs over the side of his bed and noticed that he was still fully clothed. He grew stiff when he felt the soreness. Okay, so he finally had sex, but with who. He had absolutely no clue. He sighed and put his hands into his pockets. That's when he felt it. There was a piece of paper in his right pocket. He pulled it out and read what was written there. 'Take your time and take a shower. But be out before I'm back. -BAK' Tears built in his eyes. He lost his virginity to someone he had forgotten. How pathetic was that? He only knew that he never felt better, he felt at home in the strangers arms. But he couldn't remember his name or his face. *End Flashback* °*°*°*°*°*°*°