“One thing leads to another,” Brian whispered to his reflection in the mirror as he removed his cuff links and unbuttoned his shirt.   


“Is there something I should know?” Justin asked with a frown, startling Brian who thought he was safely asleep in the other room.


“Maybe someday,” he smiled, turning and taking Justin in his arms. “Let’s go to bed.”


“10:15 on a Saturday night? The night is still young,” Justin said, wrapping his arms around Brian’s neck, laughing for no particular reason other than he was right where he wanted to be: in the arms of the man he loved. His eyes hid nothing as he gazed up adoringly at Brian.  


“Youth gone wild,” Brian said with a smirk. “You’re so happy, you could kill me.” He pushed Justin away and walked toward the door. “Let’s go to bed,” he said again, over his shoulder.


Justin followed Brian into the dimly lit space and sat down on top of the duvet, legs crossed, a mulish expression on his beautiful young face. Brian climbed under the covers and crossed his arms behind his head. He raised an eyebrow at Justin’s militant attitude, but the kid didn’t budge.


Finally, Brian sighed in resignation and, though he knew he would live to regret it, asked, “What’s on your mind?”


“Open your heart. We belong together forever,” Justin said matter of factly.


“If you leave, I’ll be alright without you,” Brian replied just as matter of factly.


“What about love? What about me?” Justin’s voice was quiet, his eyes locked on Brian’s.


“What have I done to deserve this?” Brian moaned, turning away from Justin’s intent stare. “What’s love got to do with it? Who needs love?” He shouted, unable to face his tormentor.


“Do you really want to hurt me?” Justin asked, wounded.


“Don’t tell me you love me!”  Brian exclaimed, not ready to deal with the feelings he had developed for Justin, and certainly not ready to name them.


“Don’t know much, but I know I love you,” Justin said defiantly. 


“Why me?” Brian asked the ceiling, rubbing his hands over his eyes in exasperation.


Justin slid down and put his hand on Brian’s bare chest, directly over his heart. “When I see you smile, when I’m with you, time after time, you take my breath away.” 


“This is not a love song,” Brian laughed, touched though he wouldn’t admit it. He put his arm around Justin, running his fingers through the blonde’s hair.


“Would I lie to you?” Justin asked, leaning over Brian, grinning. He knew the slight shift in his lover’s attitude was a small victory at best, but it was a victory nonetheless.


“Only time will tell,” Brian shot back, enjoying the feel of Justin’s hand now roaming over his chest and stomach.


“Promises, Promises,” Justin teased, making Brian aware that he had as much as said they had a future together. 


Brian was having a difficult time thinking coherently with Justin’s hand moving up and down the shaft of cock.“In your wildest dreams,” he managed to reply. 


“Is it a dream? In my dreams, you’re the inspiration.” Justin whispered in Brian’s ear, giving the perfect shell a little nibble. 


Brian groaned and pushed Justin’s shoulders down, urging him closer to the part of his anatomy now doing all his thinking. “No more words. Words get in the way,” he said as Justin’s lips circled the tip of his cock.