A/N: From this chapter on, there will be unsafe sex in this story *grin* But don't worry, no harm will befall the boys ... at least not because of this ;) Justin I think he grew tired of my excitement, because suddenly I am in his arms and he silences me most effectively. Not that I'm complaining. I love it when he's more forceful, but right now I'm a little worried about his chest, so I'm trying to be extra careful. He pushes me on our bed and makes short work of our clothes. Now he's lying on his back, handing me the things we need, and I smile down at him. "You sure you are up for this?" He looks pointedly at his erect cock and arches an eyebrow. I snicker. "I meant, are you feeling okay... As in – not in pain or anything..." He grabs the condom from my hands and tears it open. Then he hands it back... "Go on, put it on me..." Well, if he's asking me like that. He moans as I roll the rubber over his dick, and when I begin to finger-fuck myself, the moans turn to groans. "Fuck ... Justin." Yeah, I thought that was the general idea. His eyes are glowing golden when I finally straddle him and slowly, very slowly, lower myself on his cock. Oh fuck! I missed the feel of him inside me. Shit. All we did over the weekend were a few hand and blowjobs, and I'm wondering why the fuck we waited. It's been over two weeks, and I've been longing for this. At last he's fully embedded in me, and I smile down at him once more. He reaches for my hands, twining our fingers. That gives me the leverage I need – since his chest is still off limits – and I begin to raise myself off his dick until he slips almost out. The groan that escapes his lips when I push back down nearly has me tumbling over the edge. But not quite. "Justin..." I bend to kiss him while my hips establish a lazy rhythm that will surely drive us crazy in no time. All of a sudden, he wrenches his mouth away, and his fingers are squeezing down on mine. "Oh gods... Justin. Never... You're mine!" I am – I belong to him just like he belongs to me. "Need you ... so much..." You don't say. I smirk, and begin to move faster. His cock is practically stabbing my prostate, and I know I won't need any further stimulation. "More... Justin, please..." Oh shit! I never thought that a single word could have such an effect. But Brian saying 'please'... I'm coming all over his chest, and he groans again, and then tenses up, shuddering as he, too, finds release deep inside of me. "Holy fucking shit!" I can only agree with that. I nearly slump down onto him, but that might endanger our little trip, so I force myself to roll over, moaning when he slips out of me. He gets rid of the condom and smiles at me like the cat who's got the canary. "That was fucking hot." Yeah, well... after two weeks of being almost celibate, it's no wonder that we had all this pent-up need. I snicker. He places his right hand on the bandages around his ribcage, and for a moment I fear that something's wrong. But then he shakes his head at me. "Shit. I'm never going near a hospital again." Well, that's one smart decision, Mr Kinney. Think of all the things we could have been doing during the past two weeks... I snuggle up to him, and he kisses my nose. "You know, I really love your idea... Our honeymoon – or should we say voyage de noces? Can't believe how quickly you pulled that one." Actually, I can. He's Brian Fucking Kinney after all. And if Brian wants something, Brian gets it. "I love you," I whisper, and he reaches for my right hand, gently rubbing it. Then he raises it to his lips, and kisses the cowry shells on the bracelet. "I love you..." Then we're kissing again, slowly ... lovingly. And if I didn't know that Brian doesn't do romantic, I'd say this is certainly ridiculously romantic. Just like our dance at the Prom. That look in his eyes... He loved me, and he was finally ready to show it. Well, we were stepping on a few landmines after that dance, but still managed to get here eventually. And now he's taking me on our honeymoon, and I want to scream it for all the world to hear. "Fuck you, Hobbs. And fuck you, Ethan! I'm happy. I love Brian and he loves me back, and we will spend the rest of our lives together." --- Brian It's seven fucking o'clock, and Mikey will be here in about ten minutes to drive us to the airport. In the abomination. I'm not giving him my jeep again. No fucking way. Fuck those losers at Allegheny. I knew they wouldn't manage. Fuck, fuck, fuck! Justin is sitting on the sofa, laughing into the phone. He just told Jen where we are going and I can just hear her... "Oh sweetie, that is so nice of Brian. You will have such a wonderful time..." Great, only five more minutes, and I'm ready to rip someone's throat out. Then the buzzer sounds, and I yell, "You're too fucking early, Mikey." But it's not Mikey. It's a delivery guy with the test results. Okay, I'm not going to do the Emmett, I'm not! But I'm still damn glad. It's of course negative, that's not really surprising. I'm just tipping the guy when the lift door opens and Mikey emerges. "Ah, punctual as always." He glares because he's only a couple of minutes late, but when I'm waving the test results in front of him, he smiles. "You really wanna go through with this?" I nod. "There'll be no turning back, you know that?" Gee, Mikey, I'm not that stupid. "No more tricking..." Yeah, I know, but do you have to actually say it? "No more fucking your brains out at Babylon..." Well, not exactly. I can still fuck Justin as much as I want to, can't I? "This is it, Brian. A monogamous life. Be damn sure about it, because it would kill Justin if you had to go back to using..." "Do shut up, Mikey. I've been thinking about this ever since he came back. I love him. I want him... Why should I waste my time on stupid tricks if I can be with him?" Shit, did I really just say that? Fuck it! The moment Deb hears... "Mikey... Don't tell Debbie, okay? She already had a go at Jus because you couldn't keep your mouth shut about the commitment stuff." He sighs and manages to look contrite. As if I'm going to believe that for a moment. "You hear me? Don't tell anyone! Not even your loving husband!" "Okay, okay. I get it. I won't mention it to anyone..." He brushes past me, and hugs Justin who's just finished his call. Do they have to do that all the time? It's disconcerting! And no, I'm not jealous ... why would I be jealous? It's just Mikey for fuck's sake! "So are you ready for the big trip?" Hell, why don't you two just get a room? Shit, where did that come from? Justin nods and grins, and then whispers something, and fuck. I'm grabbing my bag, and storm out of the loft. And I swear I hear them start laughing. I'm still pissed when we are waiting for our connection in New York. Justin's sitting next to me in the first class lounge, grinning like a fucking idiot. I think he's smirking because of me, and that's so fucked that I don't even want to think about it. "You know, you have two choices now." He forces my face around so I look at him. "You can either continue being pissed over something really, really stupid..." Sounds like a plan. "Or you can kiss me, and we can begin to enjoy this vacation you planned." Well, if you put it like that. I wrap my arms around him, and proceed to kiss him breathless. The gasps that suddenly fill the room make us smile. Fucking breeders. I rest my forehead against his, and he whispers, "Smart decision, Mr Kinney." And then he asks, "You don't really think that Mikey and I..." I smirk. "Fuck no! It's just odd to see you two so ... so ... so fucking happy. Like you've always been best pals." But then again, it's also great that they finally get along. After all, they are business partners, and then there's the fact that they both love me. Well, of course they love me. Everyone does. "Justin, I'm really glad that things worked out so well for the two of you. I think Mikey finally got over his obsession with me, though I'm not entirely sure if I should be happy about that..." He pinches my arm. "Ouch. I'm an injured man! How dare you take advantage of my weakened state." The look he gives me says it all. 'Weakened state, my ass.' I grin. "So you two can finally hit it off and become friends. Took you long enough anyway..." Not that I'd ever admit it, but it was bothering me that they were always picking on each other – okay, Mikey was picking on Justin... But that's over and done now. Eventually our flight is called, and we board the Boeing that will take us across the Atlantic. The flight attendants in first class are almost falling over themselves to make sure we enjoy the six hours we'll be on board, and I can see that Justin's a little uneasy. I squeeze his hand as we take our seats, and that seems to be doing the trick cause he gives me one of his Sunshine smiles. "I can't believe this is real." He shrugs. "We are really doing this, yes?" I nod. "Love you, Bri..." he whispers, and I can't remember why I was so afraid of these words before. And now... "Love you, too, Justin." Gods, we must sound like a couple of fucking breeders or dykes. Or like Mikey and his professor. Shit! As soon as we're up in the air, Justin gets out his stupid Lonely Planet – he had to buy that, he just had to – and starts to tell me about all the great sights we have to visit and stuff. Fuck! Why didn't I just take him to Mexico for some fun on the beach? Right, I know. Because I love him and know that a trip to fucking Europe will mean so much more to him... Besides, with those bandages around my chest, I wouldn't have had too much fun on any beach. Great, just great. --- Justin I'm bouncing in my seat when the captain finally says, "Mesdames et messieurs. Bienvenue à Paris." We really did it. Or rather, he did. He took me to Paris. A few months ago I would have turned to goo because it's so fucking romantic and all that shit. But I know he didn't pick Paris as our destination because it's the city of love. He picked Paris because of the Louvre and the Musée d'Orsay and all the other great museums and galleries we can visit. He must really love me. I grin to myself, but of course Brian sees and arches an eyebrow at me. I just shake my head. "It's nothing, Bri. I'm just really excited, that's all." When we're finally through customs and baggage claim, it's almost eight p.m., and my stomach grumbles at me. I blush. "Oh dear. The lion wants to be fed again. Honestly, Justin. I'll have to ask Vance for a raise so I can keep on feeding you..." I give him a goofy grin. "So lets get out of here and get to our home sweet home for the next seven days." We get a cab and then we're off. I'm surprised when we pass central Paris – the best hotels are there after all – and go to Montmartre. Now isn't that just the sweetest thing? We are staying in the quarter of the artists. When we stop, it's not in front of a hotel or pension, but a pretty normal house. "I had Cynthia call one of our clients who'd once told me he had this flat in Paris, and..." I throw my arms around him. "Hey, easy on the goods." I hope I haven't hurt him or anything, but he smiles and we grab our bags and make it up the stairs until we're in this really cool loft, pretty similar to Brian's but with a decidedly French touch to it. I'm about to open my bag to start unpacking, when he takes my hand and pulls me to him. "Nope. Before we do anything else, we are going to feed you. I don't want to hear that monster growl at me for much longer." So we are on the streets again, and find this really cute little bistro. Soon we are feasting on baguette – I can't believe it, Brian is eating fucking baguette – and some delicious ratatouille. When we get back to the loft it's already close to midnight, but neither of us is really tired, so we begin to unpack. Suddenly, an envelope appears before my eyes and is dropped into my lap rather unceremoniously. It's from the Allegheny. Shit... I open it, and can't believe what I see. I catch Brian's gaze, and he just shrugs. "I just wanted you to know that I'm, well, okay. What you do with that information is up to you..." He quickly looks away and leaves me sitting there on the floor. My heart beats like a fucking drum. I can't believe it. Does this mean what I think it means? Fuck, Brian! Are you sure about this? You really want us to be exclusive? No more tricking? I'm fucking confused. When I met Brian, tricking was as much a part of him as his designer clothes. And now... Shit. Is he doing this because he thinks I still want it, still need it to trust that he loves me? Well, I don't. True, I have been dreaming of this moment, but now that it's here, I'm also scared shitless. What if one of us falters? Will we be able to go back to... Fuck you, Brian. Why did you have to do this now? I sigh. I know why. He called this vacation our honeymoon. It was a joke, but still... Maybe there was a tiny piece of truth in it after all. I pick myself up and walk over to the bedroom. Brian's already lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. Fuck. He looks fucking terrified. Just like he did that night when I came back from Ethan... I should have talked to him. I should have asked him if he still wanted me around instead of just lying down next to him. Well, that's one mistake I won't repeat. "Brian?" He moves his head away from me. Oh shit! I crawl onto the mattress, forcing his head around again. "Look at me, please." He does, and I don't think I ever saw him this vulnerable. My heart is breaking at the sight, and I have to kiss him, hoping that it'll reassure him at least a little... "Brian ... are you sure this is what you want?" He nods, apparently he doesn't trust his own voice. "Okay... Um, I'll just ... I'll just grab a shower, okay? I'll be right back." I kiss him again. "Don't go anywhere where I can't follow you, okay?" I'm not afraid that he might head out to some gay club, that's not what I mean. I just know how his mind works, and it's one scary place to be. "I love you, Brian. I love you." I kiss the tip of his nose and then pad into the bathroom. --- Brian Fuck! What was I thinking? It's too soon. Or maybe ... maybe he doesn't want this anymore. Or he doesn't trust me to really stop tricking once and for all. Not that I will. I'll always have my personal little trick, the trick who refused to leave. I smile ruefully. I guess I should have listened to Mikey. I just hope that this doesn't spoil the whole trip for Justin. That would be really fucked. I hear the shower stop and he emerges from the bathroom clad in nothing but one of the grey towels our host provided us with. He's smiling broadly as he climbs on the bed with me, and before long we are both hard and panting and I want him so fucking much... He reaches for the lube ... and a condom. Fuck. He rips it open and I'm closing my eyes, waiting for the feeling... But he doesn't put it on my cock. He's looking at it as if it was the Mona Lisa – which, I'm sure, he'll want to see tomorrow. "You know, when you got out of surgery, you were really boring..." I arch an eyebrow at that statement. What did he expect, huh? "So, after watching you sleep for, like, five hours, I went down to, you know... Had them take a blood sample... Came up negative." He smiles, but still stares at that the fucking rubber. "I dreamt of this moment, Brian. Remember that night when I asked you to take me raw?" I nod. "Until then, I didn't know how much I wanted it. But after..." He finally looks at me, and his eyes are sparkling. He throws the condom away. "Never again, Brian." My throat is dry, and I can hardly swallow. I reach for him and gather him in a tight embrace. "Never again..." It's really funny. I never thought I'd ever love anyone enough to even consider this step. And now I'm here with Justin, and it seems like the most normal thing in the world. As if the fates intended us to be together. As if this was meant to be. Well, maybe it was. Maybe I was meant to meet that little blond twink under that street lamp on the night Gus was born. 'Fuck it, be honest with yourself, Kinney. You were meant to meet him because only he could see through all your shit and worm his way into your life and heart.' He draws back, and then his fingers spread the lube over my dick, and he's preparing himself... I know I might be pushing my luck, but I don't want him to ride me this time. I shove him onto his back, and stretch out on top of him. He wraps his legs around my waist, and then my cock is at his tight little hole, and I push inside, and fuck! I never thought it could be this good. Shit! He is so fucking hot and his channel is gripping my cock tightly, and he fits just like a glove. As if we were made for each other. Fucking shit! I sound like the latest fucking romance novel. I had closed my eyes for a second, and now I open them again, and gasp. That look of utter bliss on his face... "Justin," I whisper, and his beautiful eyes lock with mine, and I see all his emotions there in those blue orbs. His love for me, and this endless trust – not just in me, but in us. There's also a tiny bit of fear, and confusion, but the happiness prevails. There are tears on his cheeks, and I lean closer to kiss them away. I know that he thinks of that first night, and it's just like our first time all over again. Only this time my whispered 'I love you' is not just a slip. I love him, and if someone takes offence to that, well, so be it. I actually catch myself thinking of this as us making love, and we are. This is a far cry from fucking. I'm moving slowly, never really leaving his body. Wrapping my right hand around his cock, I stroke it in time with my thrusts. My left hand is twined with his right, ever so often sneaking up to his wrist so I can run my fingers over the bracelet. "Gods, Brian..." His moans are music to my ears, and speed up my thrusts to take him even higher. Of course, it's only a question of time until we can't endure any longer. He comes first, all over my fingers, and the contractions in his tight ass drive me over the edge as well. --- Justin Last night was – wow. I never thought it could be like that. When he came inside of me, I felt safe and owned, and I knew in that moment that I want this forever. I want him forever. And somehow this seems to be a possibility now. We made love again in the shower this morning, and I can't get enough of this new feeling of him inside of me. And I can't wait to try it out myself. I told him as much, and he just chuckled and called me 'bossy bottom'. I have you know that I can be a great top as well, Mr Kinney. Of course my stomach chose the moment of afterglow to announce that it wanted to be fed. Shit. So we went to a small café, and I thought I was delusional because I swear, he was eating croissants. 'Okay, who are you, and what have you done to my partner?' But when Brian gave me his infamous tongue-in-cheek-grin, I knew it was still him, only a new and improved version. A happy version. What a thought. I smile a secret little smile, hiding my face in the folds of the map of the metro. We are going to the Place de la Concorde, and will be walking through the Tuileries to the Louvre. Brian got this Museum Pass they have, so we won't have to wait in any queues. The pass is valid for five days, and I grin to myself. Five days at the Louvre... Every day only for about two hours of course. I'm not that mean to poor Brian. So we enter the Richelieu wing, and Brian seems stunned that I'm not running to the Mona Lisa right away. Nope, I want to start small – well, the thing I want to see is not really small, but... We pass through the collections of oriental antiquities, and have a short look at the Vénus de Milo before entering the Denon wing. And then we walk up the staircase, and she's in front of us. The Winged Victory of Samothrace. I think she's absolutely amazing, and once again I curse Chris Hobbs for taking sculpting away from me. I start blabbering about the statue, read parts and pieces from the guide I got before entering, and eventually Brian begins to roll his eyes. "You really like her. I get it." I have to stifle a giggle because that might be the famous last drop to cause a major queen-out. "Now can we please get it over with and see the fucking Mona Lisa?" Some visitors are staring at Brian, but he seems to be oblivious. He grabs my hand and practically drags me through the large hall of Italian paintings. "Fuck!" There's a large crowd of people in front of Leonardo's famed painting, and I think that's really it for Brian. "You know what. I'm going. I'll see you at the restaurant, in half an hour tops!" He kisses me goodbye, and then he leaves as if the devil himself was on his heels. Somehow the painting is not nearly as impressive as I would have thought, but maybe that also has to do with the fact that I'm now all alone and can't harass Brian with more trivia. I'm strolling through the collections, slowly making my way to the ground floor and the exit. As I pass the Winged Victory again, I whisper, "We'll be back tomorrow, and I promise that he'll behave..." When I reach the restaurant, I only need a few moments to spot him, and we have a light lunch. We are just about to leave, when he reaches for me and pulls me into a thorough kiss. "Brian..." I try to admonish, but he just smirks at me. "We'll go shopping now. You had your artsy half of the day, and now I get mine. I will treat you, and you will shut up." Well, if you put it like that. And anyway, I really like him the way he is currently and have no interest in him having a hissy fit. So I let him have his way, and he grins like the Cheshire Cat when he sees all the designer stores – no wonder the shop attendants have dollar signs in their eyes. He gets another Armani suit for himself, because he couldn't get one of those in Pittsburgh – no. And he even forces me to try one as well, and I guess it doesn't look too bad. He actually whispers, "You look beautiful..." and makes me blush. So, by the time we leave the store, I'm the proud owner of a fucking designer suit. Shit. Of course we also need shoes, so we're off to Prada and when we get back to the loft I grumble, "I don't want to see a shoe store ever again." Especially that shoe store. The fucking attendant was all over Brian, and he didn't even notice it. Fuck it. But Brian smiles at me, and drags me to the bedroom, and soon my anger is forgotten and I think that I might just enjoy our honeymoon...