Justin was having a dream about Brian. In the dream, Brian was doing all the things that Justin loved. Starting at his neck, Brian kissed down Justin’s throat to his collarbone. Brian moved quickly to one then the other nipple. Justin was awash in sensations. He wanted Brian to fuck him. He wanted to feel Brian inside him. His breath quickened and he was about to cry out Brian’s name. He wanted to beg Brian to fuck him. Then he opened his eyes just a bit. The smiled playing at his lips died when he saw Ethan smiling down at him. “Good morning.” Ethan purred. He ran his hand down Justin’s thigh and met Justin’s Brian dreamed induced morning wood. “What have we here? All of you is awake this morning, huh?” Justin tried to smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. Ethan smiled down on Justin again before slipping between Justin’s legs. Ethan guided Justin’s legs onto his shoulders. Justin tried not to grimace as the other man started to prepare him. Ethan was never one to be hurried. In the beginning of the relationship, the slowness had been sexy, but now it was just tiresome. Justin could feel Ethan’s erection at his hole. He bit his bottom lip as Ethan leaned forward and buried himself in Justin. “Oh, my, my.” Ethan breathed. “You are always so tight.” Justin knew the tightness was brought on by tension, but Ethan didn’t seem to mind. On days such as this, Justin knew that he would be sore for the rest of the day and probably for days to come. He knew that there might even be some bleeding. He closed his eyes and thought of Brian. He would bit his lip or grit his teeth just to stop himself from calling out Brian’s name when he came. When Ethan came, he rolled off of Justin. “Come on, Lover.” Ethan said and he pulled at Justin’s hand. “Come shower with me.” Justin nodded and followed Ethan into the bathroom. Once in the shower, Justin decided to breach the subject of going to the barbeque. “I got a call from Lindsay yesterday.” Justin said non-commitally. “Lindsay. Your lesbian friend. The art teacher?” “Yes. She and her partner are having a barbeque Saturday and they want us to come. Isn’t that great?” “I don’t know.” Ethan said suscpiously. “Isn’t she the one who has Brian’s son?” “Well, yeah, but she told me he won’t be there.” “You asked?” Ethan’s grip on Justin’s shoulder tightened. “No, she just told me.” “Oh. And what would this barbeque entail?” “Just some grilled burgers and maybe hot dogs. Potato salad, chips and dips, you know, the normal barbeque fair.” “Justin, I just don’t feel like we need to go to the home of a couple lesbians just to have a burger or hotdog and some picnic stuff.” “But they’re my friends.” “And I’m your best friend, right? Your partner. Your lover. Right?” “Of course. I just wanted to see my friends. It’s been awhile.” “No, Justin, I have tutoring session for underclassmen and I want you here waiting for me. I like to know that you’re waiting for me here. All right?” “Yeah.” “Good.” Ethan climbed out of the shower and began to towel himself dry. “Well, I must go, I’ll be late. See you tonight love.” Justin listened as Ethan dressed and hurried out the door. Once he heard the door to the apartment close, he sat down in the shower spray and started to cry. He stayed there until the water ran cold. Finally he pulled himself up and out of the shower. He dressed and headed to the diner. He had a shift at 10 and was determined to be on time for a change.