Justin opened his eyes when he felt something on top of him.  “What are you doing?”

Brian smiled.  “I was trying to wake you up.”

“I see,” Justin yawned.  “Why?”

“Because I wanted you to be up,” Brian told him.

“What for?” Justin asked.

“So I can fuck you,” Brian told him.  “Why else?”

“Is that all you think about?” Justin asked.

“Yes,” Brian told him.  “I want to fuck you always.”

Justin’s smile lighted up the room.  “Okay, let’s fuck.”

Brian laughed but stayed where he was a few seconds; not moving while he took in Justin’s beauty.  Then he started by kissing the blond slowly as his hand reached for the blond’s cock.  They both moaned as they moved against each other.  Justin’s legs came to rest around Brian’s waist.  Brian’s fingers were tangled in Justin’s golden hair.  

They both were rock hard as they pushed against each other.  Justin’s hands were all over Brian’s back.  His nails marked his territory.  He threw his head back so the brunet had access to his neck.

“So good,” Brian muttered as he kissed Justin’s white creamy skin.  His tongue peaked out to lick the damp skin.

“Brian!” Justin moaned as he gripped Brian’s hair.  “Fuck me.  Just fuck me.”

Brian reached for a condom and ripped it open.  He put it on and then pushed Justin’s legs up on his shoulders.  He kissed Justin as he entered him.

Justin stiffened a bit as the pain coursed though him.  He gripped the sheets and his head turned to the side.  He took a deep breath and looked at Brian who was watching him closely.

“Are you okay?” Brian asked.

Justin nodded and relaxed.  They started moving slowly, watching each other.  Justin closed his eyes and bit his lower lip.  Brian was hitting his prostate over and over again.  He wasn’t going to hold off for much longer if the brunet kept doing that.

Brian groaned as he pushed inside the tight spot.  He wanted to devour the blond.  He kissed him hard, his tongue pushing inside the wet cavity.

Justin scratched Brian’s back when the brunet started hammering inside of him.  His eyes opened wide and he was cumming.  

“Fuck!” Brian stopped for a few seconds and felt Justin’s hole spasm around him.  “I do that to you,” he proudly uttered.

Justin’s legs dropped to the side.  He couldn’t believe that Brian made him cum like an inexperienced kid.

Brian kissed Justin’s neck.  Then he started sucking behind Justin’s ear as he started to move again.  “Jus,” he muttered.

Justin looked at Brian and wrapped his legs around the brunet again.  “Brian!”

Brian pushed hard again and again.  

“Fuck!” Justin was still sensitive.  He gripped Brian hard against him and Brian groaned and his hips moved faster and faster until he was spilling inside the smaller man.

“God,” Brian groaned and rolled off to the side.

“Brian,” Justin smiled and threw his arm over Brian’s chest.  “Are you going to wake me up each morning like that?”

“Are you planning on moving here permanently?” Brian asked.

“Oh,” Justin frowned.  “I do need to find a place soon.”

“You can answer yes and then you get to live here,” Brian pointed out as he got rid of the condom.

Justin looked at Brian in shock.  He watched as the man got up from the bed and he still lay there.

“Justin,” Brian said turning around.  “Are you coming or what?”

Justin got out of the bed and followed Brian.  “Bri, are you serious?  About me moving here,” he bit his lower lip.

“Yeah,” Brian grabbed his toothbrush and stared at Justin.  He smiled and moved closer.  “I want you next to me.”

Justin nodded and that was settled.

***

Brian arrived home and smiled when he smelled the food.  He walked to the kitchen and saw that Justin had made some salad.  Something was cooking in the oven and a pot was boiling on the stove.  He looked at it and turned it off. 

“Hey,” Justin said coming out of the bedroom.  “You are home.”

Brian nodded and watched as Justin resumed his position in the kitchen.  “What did you do today?” Brian asked.

“I stayed home,” Justin said.  “I didn’t feel like going out.”

“I know you are scared but it’s over.  The police have the killer,” Brian pointed out.  “There is nothing to be afraid of, Sunshine.”

Justin sighed.  “It’s not that.”

“Then what is it?” Brian asked wrapping his arms around Justin from behind.

“I...” Justin stayed quiet.  

“Nothing is going to happen, Justin,” Brian assured him.  “We are okay and you don’t have to worry about anything.”

Justin nodded and turned around.  “You are right.”

“Of course I am,” Brian told him.

“Why don’t you go and take a shower and I’ll take care of everything here,” Justin suggested.    

When Brian came out of the shower Justin served them.  They ate and talked about a few things.  When it was all done Justin got up to put the dishes away and Brian helped him.

“Next time it will be your turn to cook,” Justin said smirking knowing that Brian hated to cook.

“I can do it,” Brian told him.

“Oh yeah?” Justin asked as he put the last of the dishes in the sink to soak.

“I’ll pick up the phone and order whatever we feel like for the day,” Brian smiled.

Justin chuckled and went to get two beers.  They sat on the sofa and drank slowly.  Brian’s hands rested on Justin’s lap.  He would kiss the blond from time to time and then pulled back.  Justin was happy to be there with Brian.  

“I think I have never been this happy,” Justin told him.

Brian looked at the blond and nodded.  He felt the same way.  

“I don’t want it to ever change,” Justin sighed.  “But we don’t have control of that.”

“I’ll do my best,” Brian said and reached inside his pocket.  He had something inside his fist.  “I told you I had a surprise for you, remember?”

Justin nodded slowly. 

“Well, here it is,” Brian told him.

“What?” Justin asked.  “I want to see it.”

Brian pulled Justin into his lap.  “I want to say something first.”

Justin stayed quiet and listened.

“You know how Michael and Duncan got married because they love each other?” Brian asked.

Justin nodded and looked inside Brian’s eyes.  He was scared of what was to come next.

“That will never be us,” Brian frowned and rolled his lips inside his mouth.  He went over what he was going to say again.

Justin swallowed and felt his heart starting to crush.

“I don’t need a piece of paper telling me that I love you.  Because I do,” Brian showed the ring to Justin.  “Getting married is not going to change that.”

Justin wrapped his arms around Brian and started to cry.  “I love you too.”

Brian put the ring in Justin’s finger.  “It looks good on you.”

Justin smiled widely.  “Can I show it to everyone?”

“Anyone you want,” Brian kissed him on the forehead.  “Let them know you are all mine.”

***

Terrance came behind Clay and frowned.  His partner was sitting at the desk staring at a file of a closed case.  “What the fuck are you doing?” 

Clay sighed and closed the file.  “Thinking.”

“What’s that?” Terrance asked sitting on the edge of the desk.  

“This case man,” Clay shook his head.  “There is something odd with it.”

“There isn’t,” Terrance assured him.

“I don’t know,” Clay got up and grabbed his suit jacket.  “I need to be sure.”

“You are going to drive yourself crazy,” Terrance told him.

“But I was so fucking sure it was Justin,” Clay said.

“So, what?  I would have bet anything that it was Brian,” Terrance shrugged and got up as he walked over to his desk.

Clay frowned and thought about.  He could have been wrong after all.  

“Clay,” Jesse said as she came towards the detective.  “These are the files you asked for.”

Clay grabbed them and walked with them to his car.  He put them in the passenger’s seat and then started the car.  There was already someone reversing their car out of the parking lot so he waited.  He grabbed one of the files, the one that said Kip Thomas in the top right corner.

***

Justin came home worn out.  He wanted to lie in bed and forget that the outside world existed.  

“Hey,” Brian smiled at the blond and went to him to kiss him.  “You look awful.”

“I’m so tired,” Justin told him.

“Go take a nap,” Brian kissed him and pulled back.  “Daddy can play later.”

Justin laughed and went over to take a shower first.  When he came out he got in the bed.  He looked at Brian who was at his desk using the computer.  Justin dropped his head on the pillow and started to doze off.

Brian was on his computer typing a few ideas he had for a campaign.  He looked away and at the door when someone knocked.  He sighed and got up to see who it was.  

“Do you always open your door like that?” Clay asked.

“Yeah,” Brian told him.  “Not many people have the code to the door.”

“Anyone can sneak in,” Clay told him.  “Like I did.”

Brian arched a brow.  “Is there something you want?”

“Can I come in?” Clay asked.

Brian nodded and stepped aside.  He slid the door and left it ajar.  “What can I help you with?” he asked the detective.

“Where is Justin?” Clay asked.

“He’s sleeping,” Brian told him.

“How long have you known each other?” Clay asked.

“Why is that any of your business?” Brian asked.

“Not so cooperative anymore, Mr. Kinney,” Clay chuckled.

“Is there something you need?” Brian asked.  “Aside from a description of my relationship with Justin?”

“I was wrong you know,” Clay said.  “All this time I’ve been after Justin and it was you all along.”

Brian crossed his arms.  “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about your father,” Clay hissed.  “I’m talking about Bruce Ellis, Kelly Jupiter, Sam Thompson, Kip Thomas, Chas Kennedy, Penn Johnson, your own friends, Ben, Daphne, Blake, that poor bastard Ethan Gold, all dead by your hand.  The only one that you didn’t kill was Jason Kemp and that’s because someone else confessed to doing it.”

“You are fucking nuts!” Brian hissed.  “Have you lost your fucking mind?” Brian asked him.  “I don’t know what the fuck you are talking about.”

“I have enough to get you,” Clay told him.

“Like you would be here telling me this if you had real evidence against me,” Brian told him.  “And you are not going to get it either because I didn’t fucking do shit.” Brian told him.

Clay frowned seeing how cool Brian looked.  “I’ll be back,” Clay assured him and then walked towards the door.  He opened and gave Brian one last look before he left.

“He’s fucking nuts,” Brian muttered to himself as he went to close the door.  When he turned around Justin was standing there. 

“What was he talking about Brian?”  Justin asked looking very stoic. 

“I don’t know,” Brian told him.  “He’s accusing me of killing people.  He’s a fucking clueless detective.  First it was you who was the apparent killer and now it’s me who did it even thought they have the dead killer in their hands.”

Justin frowned.  “What if they caught the wrong guy?  Oh my god, Brian.  What is there was more than one?”

Brian took a deep breath.  “Jesus fuck, don’t start freaking out now.”

“But Brian,” Justin said shaking with fear.

Brian walked over to him and hugged him.  “No, no.  It can’t be,” he told him and kissed the blond on the forehead.  He didn’t want to see Justin like that.  “I thought you were sleeping.”

“I was having a bad dream,” Justin said.  

“Again?” Brian asked.

Justin nodded.  “I always have bad dreams.”

“What was it about?” Brian asked.

Justin shook his head.  “Nothing.”

“You always say that,” Brian told him.  “You never tell me.”

“You’ll think I’m crazy,” Justin turned around and started walking to the bed.

Brian pulled him back.  “I won’t.  Just tell me, trust me.”

“Daphne was the only person I would tell them to,” Justin relaxed in Brian’s arm.  “I dreamt that I was killing Ben.”

Brian arched a brow.  He stared at the blond for a few seconds before he asked, “have you dream of that before?”

“A few times,” Justin said.  “It started when he died.”

“Did you dream of killing anyone else?” Brian asked.

“Yeah,” Justin licked his lips.  “It’s horrible.”

Brian wrapped his arms around the blond.  “It’s okay.  You got me here.  Dream of me.”

Justin smiled.  “I like dreaming with you.”

“I bet,” Brian said as he pulled the blond towards the bedroom.  “Come on, I’ll give you something to dream about.

***

Brian packed the last of the clothes and looked at the blond.  “Justin,” he waited and then called the blond again.  It had been a few months since Clay had come to see him.  He knew the man was obsessing but he didn’t care about that.

Brian was seeing how it all was affecting Justin.  He wanted the blond to feel safe and not scared shitless every time they went out.

Justin opened his eyes and rolled to the side.  “I want to sleep some more.”

“Hey,” Brian got up from where he was squatting.  “I have a surprise,” he was going to give Justin one hell of a surprise; he just hoped that Justin would want it.

“You do?” Justin asked turning around to look at Brian.

“Yeah,” Brian told him.  “Come on.  Get up.”

Justin got up from the bed.  He rubbed his eyes and looked at Brian.  “What is it?”

“Go get dressed,” Brian told him pointing at the clothes that were on the bed.

“Brian what time is it?” Justin asked.

“It’s six,” Brian grabbed his wallet.

“In the freaking morning, Brian?” Justin asked annoyed.

“Yes,” Brian told him.

“What are we doing?” Justin asked as he reached for his sweater.

“We are taking a little trip,” Brian told him.

“Where are we going?” Justin asked.

Brian walked over to Justin and hugged him.  “It doesn’t matter.”  

Justin frowned.  “What are you talking about?”

“Look,” Brian sighed.  “I’m leaving and I want you to come with me.”

Justin didn’t have a clue as to what was going on.  But he wasn’t going to stay behind and watch Brian leave.  “I have to pick up my stuff.”

“I already packed them,” Brian told him.  “I got your clothes all of your sketches.”

“Okay,” Justin told him.  “Okay.”

Brian kissed him and then pulled back so they could load their thing into the SUV.  The first time he had seen the van Justin had been surprised.  Brian had told him it was easier to drive Gus around and that was that.  

“How long have you been planning this?” Justin asked as he sat on the passenger’s car still a little sleepy.

“For a while,” Brian told him.  “I thought it was time to have a change of scenery.”

“What about everyone?” Justin asked.  “Aren’t we going to say goodbye?  Why didn’t you tell me about this before?”

“You can write them,” Brian said. “And it was a surprise.”

“That’s horrible, Brian,” Justin told him.  “I don’t want to leave.  Jeez, some surprise.”

“Do you want to stay?” Brian asked getting mad; he was scared that Justin wouldn’t want to go with him.  “You can stay at the loft.  I could leave it to you.”

“No,” Justin muttered.  “I’m not leaving you.”

Brian sighed.  “It’s going to be okay, Justin.”

Justin bit his lower lip.  “What about school?”

“You’ll get in a new one,” Brian told him and reached for an envelope inside his jacket.  “I asked for a transcript.”

Justin took it and looked at the envelope.  “I guess you thought of everything.”

“Yeah,” Brian said as he started the car and started to drive.  “I just have one more stop to make and then we are going to be on our way.”