~~Brian's POV~~

I wake up with a warm, cozy body beside me and I open my eyes and see a tuff of blond hair under my chin and I bury my nose in it, smelling his unique scent. I look over at the clock and see that it's noon. I get up out of bed and grab the tray of breakfast and walk over to the kitchen sink and start to wash and dry the dishes. After I put away all the dishes, I hear footsteps coming up behind me and I smile when a pair of arms go around my waist and a pair of lips kiss the back of my neck.

"Good morning" I hear Justin say.

"Actually, it's not morning, Sunshine, it's noon" I answer back while turning around and kissing him.

"I'm hungry" Justin says, grinning.

"Good. Because I've made reservations at 'Davio'."

"Davio! Brian, that place is really expensive." Justin says, amazed.

"I know" I say and pull him towards the bathroom.

"But we have to take a shower now because the reservation is at one o'clock."

We take a quick shower plus a blowjob and a quickie and we dry off and by the time we get dressed, it's already twelve-forty. So we hop in the jeep and drive to our destination. We get there at one o'clock on the dot and I park the jeep, get out, and go around to Justin's side and open the door for him and he breaks out into his famous 'sunshine' smile that melts my heart and I smile back and kiss him softly and passionately.

We head towards the restaurant and I open the door and I am blinded by the beautiful 'sunshine' smile again and I swear if he keeps smiling like that, I'm going to bend him over the nearest table and fuck the shit out of him. God! Now I've got a hard-on. Think something gross. Lesbians going at it...Nope, didn't work. Straight people fucking...Damn, still hard. Think Brian, think! Ahhh, I've got it! My mother...Yes! My hard-on is finally going down.

We are finally seated and are being handed the menus. I look over at Justin and smile and think of how my life has changed for the better because of him. He looks up and catches me looking at him and he smiles shyly and blushes. I love how I can so easily make him blush without even saying a word.

"So, what should we order?" Justin says, looking at the menus.

"Well, the 'Veal Chop' sounds really good." I reply.

"Yeah, I think I'll have that" says Justin while putting his menu down.

I take out the wine I brought with me from the loft and pour it in a glass that is already on the table.

"Why did you bring the wine from the loft? Is the wine here really expensive?" Justin asks as I put his glass of wine down in front of him and smile.

"No. They don't serve wine here. People have to bring their own wine from home." I answer.

"Why?" He asks, confused.

I shrug my shoulders. "I don't know, they just don't."

"Have you been here before?"

"No" I answer simply.

"Then how do you know that they don't serve wine here?" He raises an eyebrow, something he learned from me.

"Because I read about this place on the Internet." I say, raising my own eyebrow and smirk.

"Any more questions?" I say sarcastically.

"Nope. I'm all questioned out." He replies sweetly.

"Hello, I am your waiter. Would you like to here the 'Specials' for today?" A man says with a heavy Italian accent.

"No, thank you, Rocco," I read his name tag.

"We would like the Veal Chop plus a salad on the side for me." I finish.

"Okay, will that be all?" The waiter says.

I look over at Justin and I already know he will want dessert. I know my Sunshine.

"And an order of your finest dessert." I answer and smile over at Justin and he grins back.

"Okay, they will be ready soon." He says and we pass him our menus and when I hand him mine I feel his fingers grazing mine and I look up and he winks at me before leaving to fill in our order. I can't believe the nerve of that guy.

I look over at Justin and he is busy looking at the dessert menu and I'm glad he didn't notice what the man did. I want our first date, and all our dates to come, to go great.

There is soft, slow music playing and so I get up and hold out my hand to Justin who seems shocked at what I'm suggesting.

"Justin, may I have this dance?" I ask, smiling down at the love of my life.

He blushes and grins as he puts his hand into mine and I lead him to the center of the floor.

We dance and dance in front of all the homophobic strangers and in front of the rude waiter (who hits on men who are out on dates). And we dance till our food comes and at the end of the dance I dip him and lean him back up and plant a kiss on his lips.

I hear people whispering as we turn and sit back at our seats and begin eating while me and my fiance chat about everything and we chat about nothing.

When we are finished with our meal and dessert, I pay for the food and we start to head out of the restaurant when I feel the waiter, Rocky or Rodney or Rocco or whatever his name is, slide by me and push a piece of paper in my pocket. I glar at him but he just smiles and winks. I take out the piece of paper and it has his number on it. I crumble it up and toss it in the nearest trash can. I look at Justin and he is looking at me with a big fat grin and I know everything will be alright with him by my side and I wrap an arm around his back and we head back on to our home...together.