moon moon moon, shining bright moon moon moon my nightlight.... Laurie Berkner yeah, I know it's rather inappropriate to have lyric's from a children's song here.... but I don't really care because it fits. Moonlight

Justin? Brian slowly opened his eyes, his body felt heavy: especially his head. Groaning, he slides off the couch and barely makes it to his bed before stumbling over the mattress and tumbling against the covers. His head aches, his eyes burned, his heart was shattered. He needed Justin. Closing his eyes, he wonders what time it was. The entire loft was dark and Brian can’t help but wish Justin was lying here beside him. Rolling over to his back, he rubs his eyes, trying to will himself back to sleep. Was Justin alive? He had to be. Where was he? What was he doing? Was he safe? Smiling softly, he pictures his former lover standing before him. The moonlight seemed to make Justin glow. You’re here. He struggles to sit up, only to fall back down against the bed. Justin’s image doesn’t seem to mind as his lips slowly turn upward to a smile. I missed you, Sunshine, He slurs, trying to reach for him once again. His body felt like lead and his arm immediately drops back to his side. Come here. Justin slowly undresses himself, his eyes never leaving Brian’s. God, you’re beautiful, Brian sighs. He missed this so much it hurt. Justin stands there, naked and smiling softly. Slowly his lips part and Brian is sure he hears him say “I miss you, I need you…” Brian slides off his pants, freeing his aching cock from the constraints of clothing. Again, Justin’s mouth opens and he slowly begins to crawl onto the bed. Yes…. Brian moans, closing his eyes as his own hand touches his hard and now dripping cock. He tries to open his eyes, but it doesn’t matter, Justin is there in his mind. He can still see him, smell him, almost taste him…. He pumps his cock hard, feeling Justin’s mouth on him. Justin…oh God…yes…Justin…. He knew he couldn’t last long. The pressure, the need… “Fuck!” Opening his eyes, Brian shoots his load against in his hand, feeling his cum drip past his fingers. The loft is empty. Closing his eyes, Brian dreams of Justin.