Justin lay on the sofa, staring into space. Brian was, as usual, at Babylon fucking as many guys as humanely possible. Now Justin would have been there if he could but no. Justin just had to get the flu. So here he was, sprawled out on the 12 thousand dollar couch, an expensive blanket draped over his clammy naked body, an equally as expensive bowl beside him to be sick in. Why was everything Brian gave him to be sick on expensive? He felt bad. A yawn passed his lips as he closed his eyes. What was ten minutes shut eye. ~~~~~~~~ Justin cracked open an eye, glancing about him. This wasn’t the loft. Or if it was, Brian sure as hell didn’t live here. Why was he sprawled on a desk!? Sitting up, he rubbed his forehead and swung his legs round to stand up. He was in a suit, all black except his white shirt. He caught his reflection in the mirror, he looked hot. Shaking his head he opened the door and stepped out. Straight into an equally as smartly dressed Emmett. “Hello Agent Taylor” He blinked furiously as Emmett walked away, leaving a rather confused Justin behind who shrugged and sauntered off down a corridor towards what looked like an aeroplane hanger. There was Brian, dressed in a suit looking totally fuckable as usual. The it happened. That’s when he saw the most horrific thing ever. It had to be an alien. A very ugly alien. Then it turned around. And Justin screamed loudly. ~~~~~~~~ “Hey calm down, its okay baby!” came the soft voice of Brian, trying to sooth the boy. Justin sat straight up still screaming as he looked about madly. “OH BRI, IT WAS AWFUL!” he shrieked, clinging to the man as he sobbed. “We were agents like in Men in Black and there was an alien…” Brian nodded, “Annnd?” he prompted gently. “And then he turned around and…I can’t even say it…” Brian nodded, “C’mon Jus, what was the alien?” Justin took a deep, almost dramatic breath. “It was Ethan, in a corset and make up…” Brian just stared.