~~Justin's POV~~ I wake up the next morning with Brian watching me. "Morning, Baby, how did you sleep?" Brian asks me while curling up next to me with his face planted in my neck and sighing from contentment. "Perfect. How about you?" I ask back. "Never better." He states and starts kissing and nibbling my neck and we both get so into it that we barely hear the phone ringing, but after the sixth ring Brian regretfully gets up and answers it. "WHAT!" Brian says into the phone. ~~Brian's POV~~ "WHAT!" I answer. I know exactly who it is before I even pick up the phone. "Brian!" Michael wines, "Where are you? I waited for you at the Diner for an hour and you never showed up. Are you at the gym?" "No I am still at the loft, Michael. I didn't know that I was supposed to call you and tell you where I am every five minutes." I say sternly. "I'm just worried that's all. Can't I worry about my best friend?" *Knock, Knock* Shit! I just can't get any alone time with Justin. "Michael, I'm going to have to talk to you later. Someone’s at the door." I say before I hang up, not giving him any chance to answer. He really gets on my nerves. I look towards the bedroom and Justin's not there. As I start to turn around I feel him wrap his arms around my waist and kiss my shoulder. God, I love him. *KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK* The knocking gets louder and Justin moves towards the door and opens it. It's Michael. He shoves Justin out of the way and heads towards me. "Why did you hang up on me?" He demands. He had no right to push Justin. I move away from him and closer to Justin and wrap my arms around him and kiss the back of his head. God, I love him. "Michael," I start, "You can't just barge in here whenever you feel like it. And you can't push my fiancé and treat him like shit either. I won't stand for that." I say and pull Justin closer to me. "Why not? I just missed you. You didn't show up at the Diner and I was worried." Michael pouts. "I'm busy, Michael." That's all I say before I take Justin into the bedroom and gently push him onto the bed, I kiss him softly and tell him that I'll be right back. I move back towards Michael and push him out the door and before he can utter a word, I shut the door in his face and move back to Justin and kiss him with all my might. God, I love him. I press my index finger to his lips as I head to the kitchen and grab a tray that I had put there before Justin had woken up. I head back to Justin and put the tray in front of him. I wanted to show him how much I care so I made him breakfast in bed. I made waffles, eggs (sunny side up), bacon, some mixed fruits on the side, and a glass of milk. He eats some of his breakfast while feeding some to me too. He takes a strawberry and takes a bite and then puts it to my lips and I take a bite and I close my eyes and lick my lips. When I open up my eyes again he is looking at me with raw lust and love in his eyes. He shakes his head and drinks his milk. When he puts down the glass I can't help the big fat grin that creeps on my face. "What?" Justin asks, obviously wondering what made me break out a grin. I laugh. "You've got a milk mustache." Is all I say before his face turns as red as a tomato. It's really fucking cute. He moves to wipe it off but I stop him and lean over and lick it off. And I swear, if it's possible, his face just got even redder. That really turns me on. I move the breakfast tray and I lay him down on the bed and climb up on top of him and take off both of our clothes as fast as I can. Justin always gets me so fucking horny. I rub myself up against him and reach under the pillow and grab the lube and start preparing Justin. When he's ready I spread some lube on my dick and push it in slowly. Justin's eyes pop open wide. "Brian, are you wearing a condom?" Justin asks. I shake my head. "No. I haven't been with anyone else but you for six months and I've gotten tested three times since then." I answer honestly. Justin just smiles and caresses my cheek before he nods and we continue our love-making. Afterwards we just hold each other close and he falls asleep first. I look over at the clock and I know we both should be getting to work but I can't seem to move away from my sleeping beauty. So I reach over and grab the phone and I call Cynthia to tell her I won't be in today and than I call Debbie to tell her that Justin won't be in and she said she expects that and says that he deserves to take a whole week off. After we both hang up I lay back down and snuggle up beside my fiancé and let sleep take me, but not before I whisper in Justin's ear that I love him. God, I really fucking love him.