Summary: Missing Brian and Justin moments, spanning across all five seasons. No idea how long this will be, but probably pretty long. And I'm rating it "M," as I am trying to stay true to the format of the show (probably not many sexual situations-at least at first-, but lots of bad language).
A/N: Just a couple of things. I searched all through YouTube trying to find where Justin discovers what Brian does for a living, and couldn't find anything. So I used that as a part of the plot point for this chapter. But if it turns out that they did discuss it for the first time on the show I can always go back and change the chapter to fit the canon. Also, I have no idea if that lift thing in Brian's apartment building is called an elevator, or a lift or what. But I'm figuring, considering that Justin is 17, he probably doesn't know either. And finally, this chapter is super short, while I get used to writing this couple for the first time. Longer chapters to follow.
Disclaimer: Uh, yeah, definitely don't own anything.
Chapter One
Already he was beginning to wonder if he had made a mistake. The Blond sat silently in the passenger seat, nervously fidgeting with his fingernails, one of Brian's pet peeves. Brian had to resist the urge to reach over and slap Blondie's hand. He smiled lightly, picturing it.
"So what do you do," Blondie asked suddenly.
He glanced over and then rolled his eyes when Blondie quickly looked out the window, pretending he hadn't been staring.
"I'm in advertisement," he answered carefully. He racked his brains trying to remember the last time a fuck had asked him anything about his personal life and came up blank (such an unusual occurrence).
"Would I recognize any of your work?"
"Only if you have taste."
The Blond was silent for a moment. "What about the new Tommy Hilfiger ad?"
Brian laughed. "Please tell me you're kidding."
"Why's that funny?" The Blond stared at him so innocently that for a moment Brian was certain the kid was serious. And then he grinned. "I'm Justin, by the way."
"I won't remember."
"Then how will you know what name to scream when you come?"
Big talk, Brian thought, but again he felt the corners of his mouth turn up. "Look, kid, I appreciate that you're nervous-"
"I'm not nervous," Justin (dammit) interrupted.
"But I'm not really into conversation," Brian finished. "And plus," he gestured to the large building to their right, "we're here."
Justin stared out the window and Brian watched as his shoulders dropped. "This is where you live?"
"My humble abode."
"Humble," Justin muttered as they got out of the car. "Right. That's the first word that came into my mind."
Brian glanced over. "What did you say?"
Again Justin's face was the picture of innocence. "Nothing."
There was silence again as the pair made the trek to Brian's floor. Brian stole a look at Justin to make sure the kid was still breathing, and found himself distracted by the slow rise and fall of his chest. It was completely unfortunate that the kid was such a chatterbox, because he was definitely hot. Well, Brian had to admit, he was kind of funny, in an ironic sort of way. The kind of person with whom he might have been friends, in another life. But fucks were so much easier, he reminded himself.
Justin glanced at Brian, as though reading his thoughts. It was slightly disconcerting. "Um, the elevator isn't moving anymore."
