"Shouldn't you be getting back to your boyfriend?" Brian mocked.
"Yeah" Justin answered. "But, I'd much rather do this." The blond gripped tighter on the wrist he was holding and crashed his lips on to Brian's.
When they broke Brian spoke looking directly into Justin's eyes. "What are you doing.?"
"Getting what I want." Justin replied, mirroring Brian's words back to him.
With that Justin forced Brian into the loft, pushed him against the wall and shut the door. It only took seconds before they were devouring each other.
Of course the control Justin had taken earlier was then stolen back. Well it was Brian Kinney anyway. They spun around the loft tearing at clothing, only disconnecting the kiss to remove shirts or lick other regions of each other.
In just a few minutes Justin was stumbling up the stairs to the bedroom naked. Backwards, for he was still connected to Brian's face. Soon Justin fell on to the familiar bed, back first with Brian landing on him seconds later. Brian was preparing himself when Justin spoke.
"Brian."
"Yeah?"
"Just go slow okay?" Justin said mimicking the words he said almost 2 years ago in exactly this spot.
"Don't tell me you're a virgin?" Brian joked smiling down at Justin.
"No," Justin said smiling and playing with Brian's hair. "I just haven't bottomed since, um, well, you."
Brian was shocked. "Really? Why?"
Justin let out an huff and started to trail kisses up Brian's neck. "Because," He said between kisses. "Your still the only one I trust enough to let them inside me."
Brian smiled sweetly. "Okay." He said placing a loving tender kiss on Justin's lips. "I promise I'll be careful."
And he was. So much so that not even Brian would say this was a 'fuck and make up session' This was a full night of lovemaking and reconciliation.
Of course there were still complications ahead of them but for these few short hours it didn't matter. All outside problems would have to wait until after this.
This, the most historic reunification since Germany.