Justin POV It's been three months since Brian and I got back together. There are things we still should talk about, but we’re not talking at all. I suppose so far we’re still just enjoying being together. Anyone say honeymoon period and I'll never talk to them again cause Brian will probably panic and fuck 10 guys in an hour to prove to everyone that we are not together. He’s eased up on the kicking me out of bed for someone else thing though, which I'm supremely grateful for since even though I told him I knew what to expect that was a bit much. But I waited him out and obviously my patience prevailed and he slowed down on the making a point to Justin thing. Either that or he just realised it was a complete waste of time. I mean it was really stupid. Why kick someone willing out of your bed half sated for someone else who’ll give a mediocre blowjob and wont be there in the morning for shower sex? Brian managed to convince me to cook him something tonight and yet still managed to make it feel like the experience was going to take some great fucking sacrifice on his part. But I don’t mind so much, it’s just the way Brian is. So we’re at the supermarket - cause we made that part of the deal I’ll cook but he needs to come with me to the grocery store and bring his wallet. I would pay for it but I know that he wouldn’t come if I did. He tried to just give me his wallet but I kind of gave him the impression that without close supervision I would end up re-stocking on Oreos, pop tarts and the full fat type of ice-cream. So he gave in, which he was going to do anyways because he was totally aware that I was trying to manipulate him. We’ve already looked at the vegetables so that he could get the innuendos out of the way and now we’re going through the aisles. I'm pushing the shopping cart because that’s something Brian Kinney just wont be caught doing and anyway he needs his hands free so that he can feel me up whenever the mood strikes. The mood strikes quite often. I place things in the cart and occasionally when something isn’t up to his standards, he’ll take it out again and replace it with whichever product he feels better represents his social and economic standing. I don’t know if he's noticed that he's replacing most of what goes into this thing. I wonder if he really thinks I don’t know what quality food he eats. I go for a really cheap brand of tinned tomatoes but before I can put them in the cart he grabs my wrist, directs it back to the shelf and makes me drop them. He then pins my wrist to the shelf and moves his whole body against mine. He doesn’t break eye contact as his mouth covers mine. “Stop doing that,” he says once he pulls his head back “it's a waste of energy” one arm caresses the back of my neck making me shiver and his other arm moves behind me. He never looks away from my eyes which are probably a little glazed and needy suddenly. He keeps his crotch against mine the pressure and very slight rocking movement making me gasp and grab at his waist. He's got me trapped, I can't move and I hardly notice. Then he brings his arm back and he's got a few of the tins he likes. He lets go of me completely, steps back, places them in the shopping trolley and continues down the aisle, leaving me there to recover. I follow after him laughing and as my arm reaches to thread it's way around him I hear “Justin?” I look up and I see Ethan. I feel Brian tense beside me, and then relax. He looks at me then goes back to what he was doing as if he’s totally disaffected; even though I know he’s paying close attention. But what surprises me about bumping into Ethan suddenly is actually, that I'm not surprised. I'm actually vaguely thinking about this when I reply with a slightly distracted “Oh, hey Ethan” and I continue on, quite convinced that that was the end of the exchange. But I'm stopped when I hear a “What? That’s it?” “Well… Yes. Why? Were you expecting something else?” I look over at Brian but he’s choosing pasta, crouching low to reach for the kind he likes, his ass kind of on display but only for me cause no one else would really notice the beauty of his ass like that. He usually makes me get things from the bottom shelf. It's a game and I'm inventive. Before Brian I hadn’t noticed how many different ways there were to bend over for things on bottom shelves. “You don’t even look surprised to see me?” “You do live in Pittsburgh!” and I hear Brian mutter behind me something about “That he hadn’t expected him in a supermarket on such a good side of town… that he must be doing better and that it doesn’t surprise him since he couldn’t imagine anyone being able to do any worse…” He locks eyes with me and gives me a half shrug/grin that totally distracts me. I shake my head and resolve to commit my undivided attention to this conversation, which suddenly seems laborious cause… well Brian did that half shrug/grin thing and… well it's distracting. “So your went back to Brian again?” Brian turns towards him and raises an eyebrow. “No!” he says sarcastically “Didn’t you know? This is what Justin does on Wednesday evenings. Bump in to discarded fucks in supermarkets for meaningless chit-chat.” I look at Brian sharply he shrugs and turns and fucks off somewhere, leaving me alone with Ethan. He’s within hearing distance I know this, although Ethan doesn’t. It's Brian’s way of removing his intimidating self out of the way so that Ethan can say what ever it seems he seems to feel he needs to, but not leave me, not be without some control over the situation. I look over at Ethan and raise my eyebrows in expectation “So how have you been?” “Fine!” “I'm back from my tour.” “No shit” “Justin you’re not really helping me out here.” “Helping you do what, exactly?” and I'm not being sarcastic cause really what the fuck is this about? “Can we talk?” “I thought that’s what we were doing.” “No, yes… well we are but I want to see you again.” “Why?” and I am truly perplexed cause… well why? “Because I think we have things we need to talk about… ummm closure?” He starts off quite confidently but seems to tail off as if he’s asking me a question and I glance at Brian who’s coming up towards me and seems slightly amused. “I don’t need closure,” I say “but anything to make this easier for you. So where do you want to go?” “What now?” “Yes now. Ethan no offence but I want this over quick cause I have better things to do and think about.” “Oh ok… but nothings open…?” I glance at Brian he shrugs and says, “Use the loft” Ethan obviously hadn’t realised that Brian was so close cause he tenses then scowls as if it were Brian who was invading our Wednesday evening shopping trip. But I'm not looking at Ethan I'm watching Brian with a questioning look. He comes right up to me where I'm standing in front of the shopping cart and reaches around me to drop the things he’s carrying inside but then he keeps his arms there, around me. He looks at me and then kisses me quickly and says “Let’s go pay” I know Brian doesn’t like me questioning him. At least not in public where there would be people to witness him conceding. I know I can express all my doubts once we’re in the Vette, so I nod. He carries the cart off to the tills and I ask Ethan if he knows where to meet us. He doesn’t, so I explain and then I turn and follow Brian. Once we’re in the car I watch him but I wait. “What?” “Are you sure this is ok? I can meet him somewhere tomorrow for coffee it's not a big deal.” “It's fine Justin.” “This doesn’t bother you?” “Should it?” and I suppose for Brian it really is that simple. Maybe it's that he's that confident or that he trusts me… at least I hope that’s it. “Well no…” “But…?” “Maybe I want it to. At least a little bit” “And people think you’re the mature one” I huff and he grins and everything’s ok for a second. Then he looks at me seriously, looks away and says in a very casual way “It’ll save you from doing this twice.” Twice? Oh! I guess I always new I was going to have this conversation, the whys and becauses and the very, very subtle assurances that the sex with Ethan had sucked. Not that Brian doubted that for a second, at least not in comparison to him. A kind of clearance and detox or whatever the fuck it is that I had done. So that we can officially put it behind us, not having it hanging over us, to be used as an advantage in an argument. I just didn’t know that he knew we were going to have this conversation. I thought I'd have to connive and scheme to get it out in the open or start an all out fight to force Brian to confront it. If Ethan hadn’t shown up I probably would have had to rely on those things to get us there. Even though now I know Brian was aware of this pending conversation I probably still would have had to go to many lengths to actually have it. But he's been expecting this so I suppose killing two birds with one stone, so to speak, is a good thing. There isn’t much else I can say or do now so I sit back and relax for however long I have.