I love Brian. That's obvious, right? I'd do anything for him. That's also obvious. Sometimes I wonder if he knows how much he means to me, and how much I would fuckin' kill for him. It's been a hard week. We rarely spend any quiet moments together anymore. I thought that starting my internship at the same place Brian works would make it better...but I still barely see the guy, except during presentations. On the rare occassion I get to spend, maybe 5 minutes, alone with him. It's hard. He's always so busy. I'm busy too. I have school, homework, projects, plus my most important job: Brian. Even when Brian isn't around I find myself doing things for him. So like I said, we're both pretty busy. And now we have this beautiful moment. I'm straddling him on the couch, my cock hard and pressing against him. We're kissing so tenderly and his hands are resting on my things, it's such a great feeling: pure content. And then the fuckin' phone rings. I know he's going to answer it. 1...2...3... "I have to take this, Sunshine." he says, pulling away from the kiss and answering the phone. I don't move away from his lap. Instead, I rest my forhead against the couch, keeping my chin on his shoulder. He starts to rub my back as he talks to the person on the other line. My eyes close. One moment I was high on life and now I'm ready to sleep. But that's Brian for you. He's the perfect drug: one touch and you're all energy, another and you're half-asleep. Brian is my drug of choice. He hangs up the phone and I know what he's going to say. Fuck.

"I have to go, Justin." I pretend to be alseep. He doesn't buy it though. "Justin, I have a meeting. Get up." "Five minutes," I murmur, hopefully. "No. Up, now." "Three minutes?" I know I'm begging now. He sighs, "Sorry, Baby. I have to go now." He gently pushes me away and I slide down to the floor. On my knees, I look up at him, pouting. "When will you be back?" My eyes are already filling up with tears. I'm so fuckin' exhausted, but can't bear to be away from him. "Early tomorrow. You'll probably still be sleeping." I swallow hard. He smiles softly, getting up and squating down to kiss my forehead before walking to the door, "I'll be back before you know it, Justin." I nod, watching him head to the door. He glances back at me, teasing, "Now try not to get into too much trouble while I'm gone." I don't smile back. I want him to know how unhappy I am. He sighs, "I'll make it up to you, Baby." And with that, he leaves. I'm still pouting, staring at the door. Soon however I get up and hurry to the window, watching his jeep drive away. "Bye, Brian," I whisper softly. I always get nervous when he goes on these long meetings. Sighing, I walk over to phone. I knew Daphne would be able to cheer me up, even if I couldn't tell her the real reason for my sudden depression.

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A few hours later, I'm getting ready to start a painting. I'm actually pretty excited about it. I was suddenly inspired during lunch with Daphne and had to hurry home to start it. Opening the window, I can see that Jeff and Heath are outside by the steps below. I smile, Brian always made sure there was someone within yelling distance of me when he was away. Someone knocks on the door and I jump in surprise. Curious, I put down my paintbrush and walk over to the door. br> Imagine my delight to find Tim on the other side. I flash him my trademark smile, which I think completely throws him off his guard for a moment. Recovering, he greets, "Hey, Justin, can I come in?" I answer back shyly, "Brian's not home." "That's okay," he answers with a smile, "I actually came to see you." I pretend to be surprsied, "Me?" Taking a step back, I let him inside. He watches me peer out before closing the door, "You're alone?" He nods, "Is there a problem?" I bite my lip, "No, it's just...Brian doesn't like it when I'm with other guys...does he know you're here?" Tim's reaction is hard to read, and he simply says, "Brian's at a meeting." I nod, then smile, "I'm glad you stopped by actually." I can tell he's surprised, "Really?" I nod again, walking over to the kitchen, "I wanted to apologize about before." I glance over at him, smiling shyly once more, "Like I said, Brian doesn't like it when I'm with other guys...I didn't want him to get mad if he saw us talking." "Brian gets jealous easily?" I nod, "That's why I acted that way...but then you told me you were straight, and that was great because then I told Brian that." "Pardon?" "I told him that you were straight. So now it's okay if I talk to you." Tim only nods. I'm still smiling, "Do you want something to drink?" He shakes his head, "No, I'm fine, thanks." "Did Jeff and Heath see you come in?" I ask as I take a bottle of water out of the fridge. He nods, "Yeah, I told them I needed to ask you an art question for my girlfriend." Justin grins, "Really? Does she like art?" He pauses, not sure what to say. Obviously there is no girlfriend. But niave-Justin wouldn't have figured that out. After a few seconds, I ask, "Are you sure I can't get you anything to drink?" "It's cool, thanks. So Brian doesn't like it when you talk to other guys, huh?" I nod, my eyes wide, "He gets mad. I try not to get him mad." "Yeah," he sits down on the sofa, "He has quite a temper. Harry tells me you've been with him since you were 17. That must have been pretty exciting...you know, the whole 'older guy' thing" I giggle, sitting down across from him, "Brian was my first." What is Tim fuckin' trying to do? "Your first boyfriend?" "My first everything!" I exclaim. He smiles politely, "How did your parents handle that?" I shrug, looking down at my hands, "Not well. My dad actually kicked me out. He didn't want to have a gay son." "That's rough. How about your mom? Do you still talk to her?" I look away, glancing at the blank canvas on my easel. "Does Brian let you talk to her?" He asks. I get up and walk over to my easel, "Do you mind I paint a bit? I need to get this done for school." "Not at all. You're an art student, right?" I nod, grinning, "I love it! I'm doing what I've always wanted to do." I can tell that Tim is getting impatient. He's trying to win me over, this I know, but I find his inexperience a bit annoying. "Brian's really great," I begin, "I'm very lucky." Tim takes the bait, "He can be pretty scary though." I swallow hard, saying quietly, "He loves me." "He tells you that?" I shake my head, "No, of course not! Brian would never say that. But..he pays for me to go to school, and he gives me presents, he does nice things for me...and he keeps me safe." "Safe?" I nod, "Brian protects me. He won't let anything bad happen to me." "Like what?" Tim asks, intrigued. I shrug, "I don't know. I don't want to know. But if I leave, then something bad will happen to me." "Is Brian threatening you to stay with him?" I bite my lip, refusing to look at him. Instead, I whisper, "Brian loves me." He walks over to the easel, "Justin, do you want to leave Brian?" I give a frightened laugh, "No, of course not!" Getting up, I walk over to the bedroom, "I love Brian." He follows me, watching me sit on the bed. "Justin, what if I told you that you could start fresh somewhere?" I look at him, puzzled. He continues, "What if I could make it happen, and you could leave Brian...and nothing bad would happen to you?" "I'd tell you that you were crazy." My voice is soft, scared. He smiles, "I can make it happen, Justin. You just have to do something for me." It takes so much effort for me not to laugh in his face. This was just too easy. I ask him, innocently, "What do you mean?" He sits on the floor in front of me, touching my thighs with his hands. "Justin, I'm a cop." I pretend to be horrified. He continues, "I'm working for some people who want to stop Brian from hurting innocent people like you." First off, no one is innocent, especially not me. "You want to arrest Brian?" Tim is very serious, "We'll need your help." I tilt my head to one side, confused, "Who's 'we'?" "The guys that I work with." "Do I know them?" I ask. I'm making myself sick with how stupid I'm sounding. He shakes his head, "Probably not, but we'll meet them soon enough." I'm quiet: deep in thought. "You can have a new life somewhere...you can start over. You're still so young, Justin! My God, you're only 19 years old. This isn't a life for you. You're not one of them." I look at him thoughtfully, "Is Tim your real name?" He shakes his head, "But you should still call me Tim anyways." "What's your real name?" "I'll tell you another time." "Are you wearing a wire?" He tries not to laugh, "No, that's just what you see on tv." I frown, "Are you sure?" "Would it bother you if I was wearing one?" I nod. "I'm not going to talk unless I know for sure that you aren't wearing a wire." He sighs, "Justin..." "I have to trust you, Tim...Tim: that's not even your name! How can I trust you? Brian is going to kill me!"I force my eyes to well up with tears. I've always been really good at crying on cue. He stands up, "Fine. Look, you can frisk me." I shake my head, "Take your shirt off." "What?!" I cross my arms, "I will not talk unless I am sure you are not wearing a wire. Shirt off." "Justin, this is--" "This is my life we're talking about!" More tears...I deserve an Emmy for this. Sighing, Tim removes his shirt. "See?" He turns around, "No wire." "In your shoes? I saw that in a movie once." "This isn't the movies, Justin." "Shoes." I state, pointing to his shoes. He's getting annoyed, but removes his shoes, handing them to me. He also takes off his socks. "Happy now?" I inspect his shoes, then look at his pants. "How about your pants?" "Justin!" I let more tears fall. He can't say 'no' to me now, "I need to be sure! Please...I'll tell you what you want, but I need to know that I can trust you..." He hesitates, then unbuckles his belt and pulls down his pants. Handing them to me, he turns around once more, "No wire, Justin. You can trust me." I look at the boxers he's wearing. "What if you have one under there?" I ask, pointing to his blue boxers. "You have got to be fuckin' kidding me." My lower lip quivers, "Tim, it's not like I haven't seen a dick before. Please? If you do this, I'll tell you about Ethan." That perks him up, "Ethan Gold? You mean it wasn't a suicide? I fuckin' knew it! Did Brian kill him?" I point to his boxers. Without a second thought, Tim kicks them off. "Alright? I'm fuckin' naked now. No wire." I inspect his boxers. Yep: no wire on him or his clothing. I also knew that the cleaners were here earlier in the morning and therefore the loft was completely clean. "Tim, if I do this, what will happen to me?" "I told you, you'll get a new life." He walks over to me, reaching for his clothing. I take his hand before he can reach for them. "How will I be kept safe?" I ask, my voice small and timid. "It's a program, Justin. Lots of people are in it that are in your same situation." I nod, tracing my finger across his stomach. His cock starts to harden. Straight, huh? "And all I have to do is talk about what Brian has been doing?" He nods, "You can start with Ethan Gold." "That's it?" I ask, lightly taking hold of his cock and stroking it. He closes his eyes, nodding, "That's it." I jerk him off, smiling softly, "That's all you want from me?" He nods again, his breathing quickening, "Just...talk..." I repeat, jerking him off at a quicker pace, "Just talk?...Nothing more?" "Just let me put Brian behind bars where he belongs." Seeing my chance, I let go, immediately grabbing hold of his wrists and pulling him on top of me. We both fall on the bed and I scream in the top of my lungs, "Help!!! No!! Get off of me!!" "What the fuck?" Tim quickly comes out of his daze and realizes what's really going on. "You little shit!" He booms, and he punches me right in the jaw before jumping off of me. I sit up, sliding one arm out from my shirt before tackling him to the ground, still screaming, "No, please, don't!! Stop!!" He slaps my cheek, rushing back to the bed to retrieve his clothing, "You stupid brat! Jeff and Heath can't fuckin' hear you: they're outside!" I ram my head against his back, throwing him onto the bed. He obviously didn't notice that the window was open. Undoing my pants, I pull at Tim's hair, making him even angrier than before. Running out of the bedroom, I hear him chasing me and let him tackle me to the wooden floor. Shit! That hurts! The door swings open, and I can only imagine what a beautiful picture Jeff and Heath have before them.