Hanging up the phone, Justin bites his thumb pensively. The front door opens, then closes, and Justin can hear Brian moving in the kitchen. “Molly says ‘goodnight,’” Justin calls out from the bedroom. “She’s having a good time?” Brian asks as he can be heard emptying bags and putting groceries into the fridge. Stretching on the bed, Justin replies, “Yep, she’s doing the whole tourist thing.” Walking into the bedroom, Brian comments, “You took a shower,” noting his husband’s still wet hair and naked body. Justin smiles softly, “I couldn’t wait for you… you were taking too long and I was tired.” “I had the munchies,” Brian grins sheepishly. Justin laughs, loving that look Brian sometimes gave, it was so rare and so honest. Pulling off his shirt, Brian crawls onto the bed and over his lover’s lithe body. “Did you bring me some snacks too?” Justin asks, lightly kissing Brian’s lips. Brian nods, “How about a 9” appetizer?” Smiling, Justin moans, “Mmmm, sounds yummy.” “I’ve heard it’s delicious.” “The rumors are true.” Brian admits. Gently pushing Brian onto his back, Justin rolls over and kisses his lover’s mouth. “I can’t argue with that,” He murmurs, grazing his tongue against Brian’s throat. Opening his mouth to comment, Brian’s words turn into a soft moan as Justin expertly runs his tongue down Brian’s agile torso until his mouth reaches the inviting patch of chestnut brown hair above his shaft. Breathing deep, Justin revels in Brian’s scent before lightly licking the tip of his partner’s cock. Brian exhales slowly, feeling the heat of Justin’s smooth, wet tongue before being consumed into the warm channel of his mouth, his tip hitting the back of Justin’s well-trained throat. Smiling softly, Justin continues slowly sucking his lover’s delicious cock, his tongue playing along the shaft while his fingers fondle Brian’s balls. He could suck on Brian’s tongue for hours… “Fuck, Justin….” Brian moans softly, reaching down to curl his fingers within Justin’s blonde locks. Opening his mouth to say more, he closes it once again as more waves of pleasure wash over him. “Mmm,” Justin moans, letting the vibrations of his throat tickle the tip of Brian’s dick before swallowing. Gasping, Brian arches his back, “Shit,” He smiles softly when he hears the soft chuckle from his partner. Sliding his hands back down to Justin’s hair, he combs his fingers through the silky blonde locks. Justin swallows a second time, teasing the entire cock with his mouth before Brian cums with a stifled moan. Sitting up, Justin smiles at the satisfied expression on his lover’s face, “Have I mentioned how much I love being married to you?” He asks. Brian, smiling, murmurs, “Feeling’s mutual, Sunshine.” Lying down beside him, Justin yawns, rubbing his face against Brian’s shoulder. “I was glad to see everyone.” Nodding, Brian closes his eyes and kisses the top of his husband’s head, “Me too.” “I really missed them,” Justin comments quietly. Opening his eyes, Brian rolls over to his side to look at Justin. Blue eyes staring directly at him, Justin is silent. Brian waits. “I spoke to Molly…she says that she’s misses Pittsburgh… but… I don’t know, Brian… we just…” He swallows, looking away for a moment, knowing that Brian will give him all the time he needs. Sighing, he looks back into Brian’s hazel eyes, “I don’t know if I can do it.” Slowly, Brian touches Justin’s cheek. “What if the deal was bogus? What if it’s a trap? Or what if it wasn’t a trap, and they really think we’re dead, and then somehow find out we’re not? Or what if…” he stops, taking a breath for a moment. “I know I sound crazy.” “You don’t sound crazy.” Closing his eyes, Justin takes another breath before opening his eyes once again. “I want what’s best for Molly.” Brian nods. “I want her to be happy. She deserves to be happy.” “What do you want?” Brian asks quietly. “For Molly to be happy, Brian,” He ignores the burning sting of tears threatening to spill. “What do you want?” He asks again. “To go home,” Justin whispers. Kissing Justin’s soft lips, Brian nods his head, “And Molly misses Pittsburgh too?” Justin nods, “But she’s scared… and….I’m scared too.” Burying his head against Brian, he groans, “I don’t want to be scared. I’m so fuckin’ sick of being scared! ... I can’t be scared. I have to be brave for Molly…” “You can be scared and brave at the same time, Justin,” Brian reasons calmly. “Stop sounding logical,” Justin scolds, shaking his head. Sighing, he sits up, “She says she misses Pittsburgh, and… I don’t want to raise my hopes and think that maybe she wants to go back… and at the same time, I don’t know if I want her to want to go back… even though I want to go back…am I making sense?” “Surprisingly.” Sighing again, Justin lies back down. “I miss home. And I want to go home… but I’m…” closing his eyes, he shakes his head. He turns to face Brian, “I’m just so fuckin’ terrified that something is going to happen again.” So many words and phrases run through Brian’s mind, but he keeps them at bay. Instead, he kisses Justin softly, and holds him close in his arms.