Looking down at the sandy beach below, Brian inhales the ocean air. Four days of pure bliss. Smiling, he turns back towards the hotel room to watch Justin empty a bag of groceries. He didn’t know why Justin insisted on going to the convenience store in the hotel’s lobby once they arrived, but he didn’t really mind spending a few nights eating inside; in fact, Brian was actually looking forward to it. Shit, what the hell happened to me? Laughing to himself, he continues to watch Justin unpack the groceries.

Brian was happy. And it wasn’t high on drugs happy, nor having a great fuck happy… it was pure contentment from just being in the same room with someone who loved him, and whom he loved back. Fuck, Kinney, you finally grew up. That’s fuckin’ frightening. Smiling, he watches Justin cut the fruit he bought on the cutting board. This is nice. Just the two of us… it’s fuckin’ nice. And Brian knew that he owed this happiness to being with Justin.

And being monogamous wasn’t as bad as Brian originally had thought it would be. Of course he let everyone else believe he was still tricking. He wasn’t sure why he never stopped them from thinking that he was still spending time at the baths and the backrooms. But what amazed him even more, was that Justin never questioned Brian. Even more than that, Justin would never get angry when the gang would make snide remarks about Brian’s reputation as someone who would never stop tricking. Instead, Justin would only give a knowing smile, maybe a secret wink to Brian, and leave it at that. God, Justin is unbelievable. Smiling, Brian knew that he would have to set his friends straight eventually. But until then, let them think what they want. It didn’t bother Justin, and to be honest, it didn’t really bother Brian. Maybe when we get back…maybe. Who the fuck knows? He really did owe it to Justin to be honest with his friends. Even though he wasn’t lying to them, he wasn’t telling them the truth. Letting them believe what they wanted to believe could only go so far in Brian’s eyes. He wasn’t sure why, but he knew he would have to say something before somebody’s snide comment would be taken too far and end up hurting Justin. Andthat would be something Brian would never want to see happen.

Re-entering the room, Brian slides the glass door of the balcony shut.

Justin looks up, grinning, "How's the view?"

"Impressive."

Still smiling, Justin places a bowl of grapes into the freezer before returning to the counter to cut the strawberries.

Walking over to the kitchen, Brian stands behind Justin and wraps his arms around Justin's waist. He whispers softly, "You know, we do have room service."

Smiling, Justin stops cutting the strawberries, "I know. But I want a sundae."

Kissing Justin's earlobe, Brian comments, "I'm sure they can make that for you."

Chuckling softly, Justin turns around to face his lover, "Yes, but I like the way I make it."

"Really."

He nods, still smiling. Taking a strawberry, he asks, "Want one?"

Brian smiles, opening his mouth.

Justin teases him for a moment, letting the berry graze against his own lips before feeding it to his lover.

Brian takes it into his mouth, slowly eating the ripe fruit as he stares deep into Justin's ocean blue eyes.

Smiling, Justin leans forward, kissing Brian's lips and tasting the sweet strawberry on his tongue.

Sliding his hand down Justin's back, Brian rests his palm underneath Justin's shirt, feeling the heat of his lover's skin against his hand. "What else did you get?"

Still smiling, Justin replies, "Lots of things."

"Really?"

Justin nods, lightly kissing Brian once again on the mouth.

"Such as?" Brian asks, his curiosity piqued.

Taking a step back, Justin walks past Brian towards the fridge. "Lots of things," Justin repeats innocently, though his smile is anything but.

Opening the freezer, Justin closes his eyes as the cold air hits his face. The coolness feels good against his heated skin. He was hot, and it wasn't due to the weather.

"What's with the grapes?" Brian asks, his warm breath sending chills down Justin's spine.

Smiling, Justin explains, "They taste better frozen."

"Really," Brian states, licking the back of Justin's neck with the tip of his tongue.

"Uh-huh... you should taste them... but they aren't frozen yet."

"Maybe you should close the freezer door," Brian suggests, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist and kissing the nape of his neck.

Laughing, Justin gently moves away and reaches for the ice cream, "I told you: I want to make a sundae."

"What kind of sundae?" Brian asks, taking the pint of ice cream out of Justin's hands. Reading the label, he asks, "Dulce de leche? What kind of shit is this?"

Still smiling, Justin opens the lid of the box, sticking his finger inside the cream. "It's like caramel."

"Then why don't they just call the thing caramel?"

"Because," Justin begins, feeding Brian a taste of the ice cream from his finger tip, "this is better than caramel."

Brian's taste buds jolt in surprise at the sweetness. "Fuck, Justin, you're going to be on the fuckin' ceiling if you eat that shit."

Laughing, Justin pokes his finger into the pint once more, this time feeding himself a morsel of it. Smiling, he looks straight into Brian's eyes and says, "Yum."

Brian smiles back. "It's too sweet."

"So are you."

"That's just fuckin' corny."

Justin chuckles softly, kissing Brian on the lips. "I want to make a sundae, Brian."

Brian watches Justin return to the counter where the strawberries are. Placing the pint of ice cream beside the plate of strawberries, Justin asks sweetly, "Pass me the whipped cream?"

"You're kidding me."

Unable to stop smiling, Justin turns around to face his partner, "I left it by the bag."

Glancing at the empty grocery bag, Brian picks up the spray can of whipped cream, "Well this is going to be messy."

Laughing, Justin asks innocently, "How do you mean?"

Brian shakes his head, amused. "You're telling me you're actually going to make a sundae?"

He nods, "Of course. What do you think I plan to do with all of this?"

Smiling, Brian decides to play along, "Oh I have no idea," and begins to walk away from the kitchen.

Justin invites him back by suggesting, "You could help."

Glancing over at him, Brian asks, "With what?"

"There isn’t anything to make it in."

"You're fuckin' kidding me!" Brian exclaims. For the price I'm paying for this fuckin' room, how can they not have any fuckin' bowls? Returning to the kitchen, Brian opens one of the cabinets to find a stack of bowls staring back at him. "Justin, they're right here!"

Smiling, Justin stands behind him, "I know," taking a bite of a strawberry, he continues, "but that wasn't what I was looking for."

Brian is about to ask what kind of bowl he was planning to put the sundae in, when he turns around and sees the mischievous expression playing on Justin's face. "Really?" Brian asks, smiling softly.

Justin nods, finishing his strawberry and reaching for another. Not taking his eyes off of Brian, he takes a step forward, brushing the berry against Brian's lips.

Brian opens his mouth to take it, but Justin pulls back with a teasing smile and eats the strawberry himself.

"Tease."

Justin continues to smile, taking another strawberry, "You want it?" He asks, taking a step backwards.

Brian takes a few steps forward as Justin continues to walk backwards until he's against the counter. Still smiling, he waits until Brian stands directly in front of him.

Resting his palms against either side of the counter, Brian leans forward, letting Justin feed him the delicious berry.

"Taste good?" Justin asks.

Brian nods, ready to pull Justin into a deep, hard kiss, when Justin asks, "What did you do with the whipped cream?" Brian arches his eyebrow. This is going to get messy. Not that he minded. Taking a step to the side, Brian reaches for the can of whipped cream and hands it to Justin.

Justin smiles, "Thank you."

"You're welcome." Unable to stop himself, Brian leans in and lightly licks Justin's lips. "So what's going on your sundae?"

"Mmm, lots of things," Justin murmurs, kissing Brian's desired mouth.

"Like strawberries?" Brian asks, taking one of the berries from the counter and feeding it to Justin.

He nods, "Like strawberries," reaching for the pint, he takes another fingertip worth of dulce de leche and gently smears it across Brian's lips before licking it off.

The feeling of Justin's tongue sends Brian's mind reeling as his cock twitches at the feel of Justin's mouth on him.

Justin smiles, slowly unbuttoning Brian's shirt and grazing his palms against Brian's smooth chest. Very lightly, Justin pushes him back. Taking a cut strawberry between his teeth, Justin slides the cold, wet fruit over Brian's skin, running it down to his navel and stopping where Brian's pants begun. Undoing the belt, Justin unzips and pulls down Brian's pants, smiling to himself at seeing that his lover didn't waste any time putting on underwear.

Brian gasps slightly as the cold fruit touches his swollen cock. Closing his eyes, the heat of Justin's mouth takes him over as his lover slowly sucks on his dick, keeping the strawberry rolling to either side every so often in his mouth.

Releasing him, Justin finishes the strawberry and pulls Brian down to the floor with him.

Fuck. Brian was too riled to protest when Justin's mouth left his cock. Fuck this foreplay shit... But he knew that Justin wasn't planning to stop any time soon. Watching his partner reach up to bring the pint of ice cream and whipped cream to the floor was enough to make Brian's body quiver. "Fuck, Jus..."

Smiling, Justin takes another finger of the ice cream, bringing it to Brian's lips, but smearing it over his lips and cheeks before he has a chance to eat it. Brian moans, feeling Justin's tongue slide over his awakened skin, licking the sweetness away before returning to his lips and kissing him deeply.

The sweet, savory flavor of the ice cream washes over Brian as he gives into the game. Justin reaches for the whipped cream. With a twinkle in his eye, Justin sprays the can against Brian's chest, watching the white cream form against him.

Brian chuckles softly, resting his head back as Justin decorates his design with strawberries and slides his ice cream covered fingers against Brian's chest. Smiling, Justin whispers, "Now this is a sundae."

Brian watches with fascination as Justin's tongue darts out and carefully licks off each strawberry, leaving the whip cream intact. Glancing up, Justin smiles hungrily before continuing onto the next layer of sweetness, his fingers sliding down to grasp Brian's hard cock and slowly pumping it in his hand.

Brian moans, closing his eyes. Justin's mouth on his chest, teasing his nipples, and his hand on his cock, was incredible. He wanted more. I want... no, I need...I need to fuck him...NOW...

Finishing with his chest, Justin slides down to Brian's cock, licking his balls before engulfing Brian's dick into his mouth down to the shaft.

Aw fuck... Brian loved it when Justin deep throated. Actually, Brian loved any way Justin gave head. No one can give head as good as Justin... fuck...

Justin continues to suck his lover hard, knowing how crazy it was driving him, and then stopping before starting it again slowly.

Groaning with pleasure, Brian reaches down to caress Justin's hair. God, Justin... Unable to hold off any longer, Brian cums with a divine moan.

Justin swallows him like ambrosia, licking the very tip for any last droplet before sitting up. Smiling, he comments, "Now that was a sundae."

Brian chuckles softly, leaning up on his elbows as Justin crawls above him to kiss his lips.

"Love you," Justin states with a smile, kissing him once again.

Brian smiles, his body still recovering. Looking down at himself, he touches his chest, which was now sticky from the remnants of the sundae. "I need a fuckin' shower."

Justin is about to comment, when the phone rings. Rolling his eyes, he pulls himself up and dives onto the sofa, picking up the phone on the fourth ring, "Hello?"

Standing up, Brian waits for a moment to hear who is on the other end before heading into the shower.

"Em, is everything okay? Is da Vinci sick?..." The flood of panic leaves Justin's face immediately as he begins to smile, "Yes, this is the right number." Looking over at Brian, Justin explains to him, "Emmett couldn't tell if I wrote a seven or a one for the hotel number he could reach us at..."

Nodding, Brian walks over to the bathroom, making a mental note to tell the front desk not to transfer any calls to their room unless it was emergency. He didn't want any interruptions. Smiling to himself, Brian turns on the shower, thinking of all the many things he and Justin could do on their vacation together.

Quickly rinsing off, Brian towels himself dry and returns to the living room to find Justin, also naked, lying on the couch, channel-surfing and eating frozen grapes. Glancing up at Brian, Justin turns off the tv, commenting with a smile, "Took you long enough."

"How's Emmett?"

"Good. He promises not to throw any parties at the loft while we're gone," Justin states with a smile.

"Gee, how kind of him."

Sitting up, Justin places the bowl on the table.

Brian sits down on the other end of the couch, taking Justin's feet onto his lap and gently massaging him, "How are the grapes?"

"Delicious."

"Yeah?"

Smiling, Justin moves his foot away from Brian's hands. Reaching for the bowl, Justin takes a frozen grape by his toes. Still smiling, he brings his foot towards Brian.

Taking the grape in his mouth, Brian slowly sucks on Justin's toes before swallowing the grape. Looking over at him, Brian agrees, "You're right. They are good."

Justin laughs. Brian continues to kiss his feet, sliding his tongue down the arch of Justin's foot before kissing the heel and then his ankle. Justin sighs softly, closing his eyes as Brian's mouth continues to travel up Justin's leg before stopping at his hips to start with his other foot.

By the time Brian reaches Justin's thigh, Justin is quivering with pleasure. Biting his lower lip, Justin reaches to take Brian's hands, sucking on his lover's fingertips.

Kissing up Justin's throat, Brian's mouth nuzzles against his earlobe, whispering, "I..."

"Yes?" Justin asks, his body trembling as his hands roam all over Brian's titillating body.

"I.." Brian sucks on Justin's earlobe for a moment before trying again, "I..you know."

Smiling, Justin nods, "I know... I 'you know' you too."

Brian kisses his lover's mouth, feeling the same overwhelming need and desire that he was also drowning in.

"Brian," Justin begins with a sigh, "make love to me."

Sliding backwards on the couch, Brian grabs the condom and lube on the table. Smiling to himself, he realizes that Justin had already placed them there while he was in the shower. Taking Justin's legs, Brian brings them over his shoulder as he prepares his lover.

Justin closes his eyes, loving the feel of Brian's fingers against his waiting hole.

Resting his forehead against Justin's, Brian slowly enters his lover, feeling the heat radiate through him.

Justin moans in delicious ecstasy as Brian's cock drives deep inside of him. No words could describe the divine feeling of pleasure overflowing through him as Brian continues to make love to him.

Brian can't take his eyes off of his lover as he pumps further past Justin's walls, feeling the savory heat like silk over his entire body. "Justin... you feel so fuckin' good..."

Unable to speak through the waves of rapture, Justin pulls Brian deep into a kiss, arching his back to meet each delicious thrust, wanting to swallow Brian whole any way that he can.

Driving further, Brian pushes deeper, pressing his mouth harder against Justin's as their bodies rock in the delicious rhythm of their lovemaking. Taking Justin's cock in his hand, Brian slowly strokes it with his fingertips, feeling it pulsate against his palm.

Pushing harder, Brian's pace intensifies. "God, Justin.." So many words swirled in his mind yet none came out except "Fuck."

"Brian, I love you..." Pressing his lips against Brian's, Justin moans as he cums with a shudder. The feel of it sends Brian into his own wave of climax as he cums with a stifled cry. Falling against his lover, Brian exhales deeply. Kissing Justin's cheek, he listens to his partner's breath begin to slow down and he knows that Justin will be drifting off to sleep soon. Justin smiles, his eyes closed, "I love you..."

Brian smiles back, kissing Justin's forehead. Quietly, he whispers, "I love you too."

Special thanks to everyone who read this. I appreciated all your comments. Thanks so much and best wishes

Hugs,
Snow